Brontide

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It took me so many years to find a mountain-home away from the seashore that holds our precious memories. It took me great effort and a sum of money to build this fortress that will protect me from your silent yet screaming ghost.

But when I encountered my first storm and I heard the whispers of the far-flung thunder, I figured I was wrong. Each brontide was stamped with the sweet sound of your sighs. Each grumble was sealed your voice’s hypnotizing sweet cries.

So my dear, please answer, where can I hide from you now?

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Word prompt: Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res (Thank you, dearest friend!)

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25 thoughts on “Brontide”

  5. I don’t know, when the storm is listened to, it doesn’t sound all bad: “Each brontide was stamped with the sweet sound of your sighs. Each grumble was sealed your voice’s hypnotizing sweet cries.” Might it be possible to appreciate these sensations and impressions in a positive way?

    Truly, a haunting poem, sister.

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  7. Wow this is fantastic! What an incredible write. I love the personification of the storm:
    “But when I encountered my first storm and I heard the whispers of the far-flung thunder, I figured I was wrong. Each brontide was stamped with the sweet sound of your sighs.”

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