The storm

Lightning and thunder play a tug of war
With the most delicate of fibres

Even as torrential rain is contained
Within a tiny vessel

Waves of salty water threaten to flood
The ploughed landscape

Unable to comprehend
Yet desperate to shed the burden

The hand begins to move of its own accord
Meaning manifests through the most unexpected means

The storm recedes
The vessel attains momentary peace

Creative people are often considered temperamental and restless. A lot has been said and written about this. I recently read the phrase “the creative’s curse” somewhere and this poem is my little contribution towards the stereotype.