Anemology

My chosen word: Anemology - the study of winds

I love wind. Windy days, I think, make you remember more than anything that there are things on this planet over which you have no control - and I love that. Wind is passionate; it's a driver. That feeling of it pummelling you on a really windy day just cannot be beaten.

I can remember going to the beach when there was a hurricane. A lodger of ours who was also a friend asked my mum if he could take my brother and I down to the dunes to experience this wild storm. My mum may have had her reservations but she let us go.

What power! Waves hitting cliffs, the noise was a roar and the sand stung our face like Lilliputians with spears. It was terrifying but wonderful.

That's why I've chosen Anemology. I'm not a professor but I do study winds and there are lots of different kinds.

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Elusive.

Here and not here

Teasing with your touch

Light and robust

Influencing

Not Instagrammable.

Cool caress on a hot day

Intimately pleasurable.

Hair in my mouth, pushed away

Pushing it back,

Taking a joke too far.

Rippling fields: nature's percussionist.

Tickling trees to reveal their secrets,

Whispering.

Grand interrogator!

You rage too:

Constant bullying distorting shape.

And you fight!

Armouries of rain pellets

Raw power

Creating awe

With your coerced accomplices.

Plastic bag prisoners

On barbed wire fences.

Mercurial though -

Sending them high too, like a giggling toddler;

Bringing them low to race across the ground.

You are

Like a mystical spirit

Pervading the air,

Whirling your way around the world.

(Poem - 112 words)

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This was written in response to Penny Fuller's challenge which you can read about here:

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