Mid-Summer Storm

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub:  Quadrille #96  Wild Monday  (posted by Kim)

“The word today is ‘wild’, most often an adjective meaning living or growing in the natural environment; not domesticated or cultivated. Synonyms for ‘wild’ include untamed, undomesticated, feral, unbroken, fierce, ferocious, savage, uncultivated and natural. It can also mean uninhabited, uncultivated, or inhospitable.

You can have a wild party, take part in wild dancing, or burst into wild applause. Wild can mean very angry, very excited, or a look that is frightened or manic. Wild hair is long and untidy, and you can experience wild weather or a wild night. In slang, the adjective ‘wild’ can mean very unusual, often in a way that is attractive or exciting, such as ‘Those are wild trousers you’re wearing!’ One can even make a wild accusation or guess, or start a wild rumour.

As a noun, you can have wild or wildness. ‘In the wild’ means in in natural conditions, independent of humans, and ‘in the wilds’ means in an area that is far from where people usually live and difficult to get to, and that is not considered easy to live in, for example ‘in the wilds of Borneo’. There is also a verb, ‘to wild’, which means to treat a person or animal harshly, so that they become untrusting or nervous. Some words containing ‘wild’: wilderness, wildflower, wildebeest, wildwoods, wildling, wildfowl, wildcard, wildfires, wildlife, wildcat and wildish.”


Iron sky foreshadows
a tempestuous storm.
Silver needles drum
against the window.
Just the beginning.
Thunder bombs burst
through the air. Purple
electric lightning cuts
though the night. Rain
slants down panes
of glass like un-ironed
sheets. A wild night
in mid-Summer.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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26 Responses to Mid-Summer Storm

  1. Lucy says:

    Really nice! ❤


  2. Candace says:

    Wow! I feel the stormy tension in this. love the ‘purple electric lightening’.


  3. sanaarizvi says:

    This is incredibly vivid in its imagery, Sara! 💝 I love; “Rain slants down panes of glass like un-ironed sheets.”


  4. kim881 says:

    Intense and stormy, Sara! I love the way you start with the ominous ‘Iron sky’, shift to ‘Silver needles’ and ‘purple electric lightning’, and end up with un-ironed sheets! I enjoyed the sounds in your quadrille.


  5. such descriptive lines!! iron sky. needle rain. really good!


  6. gillena says:

    OMG wild indeed. Enjoy the tantrums of nature but be safe. Have a good week Sara

    much love…


  7. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like the description of rain like “un-ironed


  8. Vandana Sharma says:

    The description is os much vivid, I can feel the chills of the coming storm !!


  9. rivrvlogr says:

    As inconvenient as those wild storms can be, they can be invigorating. (To a point!)


  10. Sherry Marr says:

    A wild storm indeed. I love a good storm.


  11. lillian says:

    Just an excellent description of a sudden wild summer storm. Especially like these words:
    “Rain slants down panes of glass like un-ironed sheets”


  12. This takes me back to my childhood… it seems like the thunderstorms were scarier then


  13. Yvonne Osborne says:

    I love those wild summer storms. Well done!


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