Holy Mother of Terror
by Kate Clifford
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Nature is always on my mind and so this was born.
Mother Summerís overheated breasts sparkles in the heat of the day,
Her sparkling fingers setting fires in the landscapes of mankind,
Flaming hair, dancing with the winds is being blown by Old man winter.
Awakened by the heat wave that was spreading to his domain
So rudely was he woken by the melting of his ultramarine icy bed.
He blinked his eyes and knew that it was happening once again,
But he had to smile because he loved it when she got heated up.
Slowly rising to the occasion he place upon his glacier foot shoes,
Dancing his way through frigid air and whipping them up for her.
Now the couple danced across the skies thundering as they went,
Their kids; Spring and Fall, giggled merrily at their display.
Being naughty children they spun around the dancing seasons,
Creating higher winds that brought the energies into formation.
Spinning from the heavens, pointing towards the lands below,
Blowing away whatever was within its fearsome destructive path.
As seasonal parents spank their children the clouds will roll away.
It is their actions that send the humans running for their hiding spots.
Oí Holy mother of terror is born from the dance of all the seasons.
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|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki
|What a uniquely, wonderful writing...Clever indeed, Kate...
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Truly unique and origianal writing and I love the allegory of Mother nature and her children...nicely done Kate.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A unique and thought-provoking perspective, Kate. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Hot here too...;-) e|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Never had it explained to me in those exact terms, Kate. Just goes to show you, you're never too old to learn.|