Sunrise is naked
Not a drop of moisture
Dresses it in color

Mistral sweeps away the blue
Leaves the sky the color of wind
On a rampage

He whips forgotten pine needles
And foolhardy weeds
Rips doors open
Blows away roof tiles

He is not a single screaming mouth;
He is a horde of a thousand gusts
Galloping down slopes on crazed horses
As trampled reeds, head to the ground,
bend, weep, whimper and moan
In frantic panicked waves
Begging for mercy.

He is unleashed passion
A power
An entity
A whole
Brooking no discussion
No compromise

Mistral overtakes
Takes your breath away
Leaves you panting
For more

Image: http://www.helene-maranolefevre.fr/spip

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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16 Responses to Mistral

  1. Mordanicus says:

    Ever considered to bring out your collected poems in book?


  2. Suz says:

    “He is a horde of a thousand gusts
    Galloping down slopes on crazed horses” Love that line!


  3. makagutu says:

    Your choice of pics or paintings to go with your poems are always apt! Beautiful poetry, magnificent painting


  4. PapaBear says:

    A wonderful piece of writing, Emm…, and I haven’t heard anyone mention a foehn wind for just ages. In the Rocky Mountains they’re known as a Chinook, in Italy a Sirocco, In the southwest US a Santa Anna, and there are many others known by their own domestic names by their locations. You did all of them justice in your description of the Mistral. Great job !


    • emmylgant says:

      Thanks Paul. We do get the Sirocco here in the summer sometimes; it comes from the Sahara and coats everything with a reddish sand. The Mistral comes from the west for us. He runs down the Rhône to Marseille, hits the Med and makes a left hook along the coastline. An impressive cold wind I tell you.


      • Katalina4 says:

        Gosh, it sounds like one of the winds off of my beloved Georgian Bay – fierce and harsh… not what I associate with France at all, but there you go, ignorance corrected.
        Gorgeous vivid piece of writing.


        • emmylgant says:

          Thank you Katalina. Yes, we do have furious winds that are enthralling and exhausting at the same time! Mistral can blow for days. When that happens nerves get frayed big time!


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