Hell Hath much Fury

Hell Hath much Fury

it's a lackluster morning

the roses are wilting from the heat

birds are hiding in the shadows

unhungry as their feathers

soak from the sweat

the clouds are passing

so slowly, they are virtually

stalled by the humidity

dogs refuse to go for walks

even cats are uninterested

in looking out of their favorite windows

cars warm up before their engines turnover

black interiors suffocate 

drivers

I sit in the air conditioning

struggling to cool

reading a book of poetry

about Alaska

and wish I could fly

using these poems

as my vehicle.

erin-cilberto

8/15/25

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Technically, the world hell is derived from the Hebrew word sheol, which literally means the grave and not some fiery place of torment as Christianity would have us believe. Very little of that which Christianity teaches is actually based upon facts, but upon ancient mythological fairytales weaved into the Gospels ... I guess we will all find out what is true or false one day, but there will be no returning to give our report to the world of the living ... LOL!

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Jacob,

most wonderful thoughts set to pen of page that make me wish that I could fly using your poems, my poems, anyone's poems as lift to the wondrously soaring heights above ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

If only we could.

Thanks, Marvin.

[DIVYA]

You created such a fine contrast of heat, humidity and general lethargy to contrast the cold, glittering beauty of Alaska. Indeed, in this stifling summer, who wouldn't want to be in that refreshingly cool and happening place. Its the stage for such great world events these days (regardless of outcomes). I feel I'm missing out on so much. Beautifully written, dear Jacob, this was such a worthy read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kindness, Divya.
I hope you have a good weekend.
j.

[DIVYA]

Thank you, my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

I felt from your words the stifling heat you have been experiencing. We too on this side of the pond have had our fair share of red hot temperatures. Not good for my pale English skin or my garden on a purely selfish level. Alaska sounds inviting when you are suffocating from heat. Thought flight gets you there. That’s what we poets do. Happy flying j.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, thought flight. Let's all go together...all of WC we can take up the entire airplane of imagination.
j.

[h d e rushin]

The earth is warming rapidly, dear brother. I pray that one day, there won't be a need for distance, nor to transcend the strictures of poetry's particulars. But the first half of our lives, Mort Neff told us about nature, Jacques Cousteau told us about the oceans, George Pero taught us about Europe, John Wayne showed us about masculinity, Reta Hayworth taught us how to walk in heels, and Plath, Sexton, and Frost took us to far off lands that no vehicle could ever reach. I love how you dream. dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Rita Hayworth....that poster in Shawshank Redemption.
Thank you for your insights...and you mention two of my favorite poets...the two I did my Masters thesis on..Plath and Sexton.
Love their work.
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It seems we are hard pressed to find a happy medium these days. Kids will be going back to school in the next week or so. Autumn will be upon us soon thereafter, with falling leaves and perhaps a little noticeable and favorable change in the temperatures. Then we'll be complaining about the cold. The snow and ice upon our windshield. One thing's for certain. Mother Nature definitely has a sense of humor! Hang in there, J. September's coming.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, she does, and it is not that funny.
Thanks, Kelly...can't wait for those falling leaves.
j.

[Laz K.]

"There is no frigate like a book," said one Emily Dickinson long ago.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"to take us lands away" I teach that poem in my class....love the reference. Thanks, Laz.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Yes, I could use a good dose of Autumn about now. Always a pleasure to read your words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I will send you a bottle.
thanks, Fabian,
j.

[.]

Isn't summer is so overrated? You can't do anything because of the heat and still makes people forget how terrible summer is! Loved your scenes here, the way you use dogs/cats/birds, humid/shadow/sweat and all other words are perfectly fit. And of course as always a beautiful ending.. this poem definitely help me to fly into a different place like a vehicle.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Beren.
j.

[Desert Knave]

Beautiful. For me it was a PBS special on Peru that had me wanting to fly out of the desert heat. Good writing. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, Jim.
j.