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Aerial Tempest


Aerial tempest,
your swirling damp twisting
and dancing in the sky,
rages a fury above
but your rake is not felt
save for a wind.

You echo your salty sister below,
her currents and tides
a reconing force of their own.
A surging power of
unimagined size.

But life is begun,
and life is ended,
above and below
with violence and love,
end to end
again, again
and again.


© William Bushell 2021


Author: William Bushell

I am an artist living in Victoria, BC Canada. I am primarily a painter and I dabble in photography. My subject matter is mainly abstract that is informed by landscape and the sea along with my experiences and observations. Aesthetic appreciation is the key. Art can be found all around you, from the inside of a flower to an accidental arrangement of stones and driftwood or shadows cast on a roadway.

3 thoughts on “Aerial Tempest

  1. Amazing poem. Moing and memorable.

  2. You’re welcome, Will. It is always a pleasure to read your poetry. Thanks for the opportunity.

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