The Storm

Tennessee Myth

Tennessee is a land of thunderstorms

Both metaphorical and literal, take my meaning?

I won't bore you with florid descriptions

Of crackling white lightning bolting across the sky,

louder than any machine, louder than a train

I won't make you guess my meaning

When I describe the rains, hot and torrential

That fill the ditch with white water rapids

That flood the yard and the kitchen

No metaphor here to unpack, I assure you

I wish only to say

I know storms

I was raised under storms,

As literal as you like

I was raised in thunder and downpour

I was raised with the hissing of rainfall on a window

I was raised with lightning in the sky above me

Mighty Zeus hurling his power

It is, by the way, the fear of God

Which is what you may call "animal terror"

I know storms


I shall be quiet for a while

While it passes

I can't remember a time when there wasn't storms

But I am she who bears witness

I am she who bears the storm

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Your extended metaphor is

Your extended metaphor is very impressive, as is the modulation of the poem's voice---quiet at the beginning and end, but mire emphatic in those lines that begin with "I was raised."  Once again, I gladly say, as I did about the Siren poem and the Fox poem:  I really, really enjoyed reading this one.

Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,

unto the exultations of Heaven.

J9thxciv [fkna, Starward], 

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Thank you so much! I've sent

Thank you so much! I've sent you pm to better express my thanks and say how pleased I am that you've liked my recent bout of work. As for this poem, I wanted the lines to somewhat reflect the tempo of a storm, how the threat looms overhead, them strikes suddenly and then recedes just as quickly; the last stanza is meant to evoke an emotion or imagery of listening to the last roll of thunder in the distance

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Yes, the tempo of the storm

Yes, the tempo of the storm is counterpointed to the tone and sound of the speaking voice in the poem.  The poem displays its verbal power successfully and dramatically.

Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,

unto the exultations of Heaven.

J9thxciv [fkna, Starward],