Dorothy Dreams a Storm

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #413
A Blizzard of Thought

"We’re in for a nasty time weather-wise over the next few days here in the Great Lakes area. A mountainous amount of snow the likes we haven’t seen in a few years. Using a form of weather event, write your poem! (Example – A Flurry of Activity, A Storm of Decisions, A Blizzard of Thought…) Stay safe and warm!"

The wicked wind
of the west spins
and whirls into
a funnel of slate.
Dorothy stands
at the front gate,
tries to recall 
an old, odd dream,
or was it?  She is
never sure, although
family assures her
it was simply that.
Still, vivid images
are tattooed 
on her brain.  She 
stands still as 
frozen statue, eyes
glued to the funnel
until it splits in two.  
She hears cackling,
watches as a familiar
green face in pointed
black hat emerges.
Is she dreaming
yet again?

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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2 Responses to Dorothy Dreams a Storm

  1. Helen says:

    Clever how you used the wind and Dorothy. After the recent lake effect snow event, a dream would have been preferable. You brought that green faced with to life!


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