Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

The Storm

by Johnny Dod

Raindrops fall and I hear you call
My name
Thunder rumbles lightning crumbles
My name
I stand here naked before the storm
Allowing the wind and rain to transform
My existence
Mother Nature is my queen
My wife and mistress in between
Judge me as seen
I beg your assistance
Raindrops fall and you call my name
My love
I look to the stormy sky
Above
I give a searching glance to
My love
Which way to turn
The hailstones burn
My life, my concern
The storm grows more
The rain pours and pours
I await your advice
As Zeus throws the dice
My life

Added: 14.03.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

06.05.2010

I admire the courage of "judge me/as seen"! Rather a jingly style but quite lyrically effective.

07.05.2010

A bit more like a song - it sounds like you took the tune out of it. Reference to Zeus brings me out of the poem. Otherwise, good language.

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