Blood Red Rain

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sirocco

I stand and stare

across the sea

where a spring sirocco wind,

having grazed hot African sands,

scoops up the waves

before bleeding upon Italy.

With this hurricane comes acqua alta

flooding the Venetian Lagoon

and, as it travels northward,

cloud, fog and rain

and sweltering, sultry, close weather

causing headaches and humid,

sleepless insomniac nights.

In its wake.

there lies drier lands,

parched deserts of heat and dust

where not much grows

but boredom and shadows;

a place for only camel and Bedouin.

Yet in this storm

two continents are as one,

as the power of the cyclone

touches both equally.

 

31/01/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You gave me some wonderful imagery of shifting sands in deserts here. Sand movement like waves driven by the winds. The landscape can change so easily by the influence of nature.

Chris

[john l smith]

the desert reflection snagged my imagination
Loved that scene in Lawrence of Arabia, where Omar Sharif comes riding, from a far distance,a speck on the horizon, toward Lawrence at the water hole
Very nice write

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you JLS. It was the blood red rain that drew me to the story.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

in a way, all continents are one if we let them be...
and all people if only we would come together, regardless of desert, ocean, mountains, valleys...all as one.
love this...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It would be good Jacob. Many thanks.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very nice poem. I felt like this was about the effects of global warming. It had a food flow.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you JL. Tis about the evolution of the earths surface. But I weaved in the bit about human kinds propensity to destroy the earth for his own gain.