Open Link Night – July Came

Image by WikimediaImages from Pixabay
Image by WikimediaImages from Pixabay

For dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. This has been a crazy summer, from pandemics to devastating hail storms. There is a moment before the storm hits when you can almost feel the sky holding her breath … waiting. This summer feels like that to me, as we deal with rising death rates, more lock downs; I’m holding my breath, waiting. The air is moist and oppressive, lightning startling in it’s beauty and power. I don’t know how this will all turn out, but I know this; the sky is always clearer after the storm.


July came marching in sultry cadence
as heat rises and skies darken
for a moment all is still
a breeze caresses my cheek
scented with lingering traces
of bar-b-que, sunscreen and sweat
heavy with petrichor and promise

The wind begins to sing
through high tension wires
trees sway in a frantic dance
holding fast to precious leaves
cloth billows and strains
in air heavy with moisture
the scent of roses … and magic

Black cloud castles
still and unmoved
anchored to the blue sky
and the lightning begins
I wonder what the storm
will leave in it’s wake
but for now, I watch
and wait

Shelter from the Storm — Bob Dylan

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

12 thoughts on “Open Link Night – July Came

  1. Such a beautifully profound piece. I love it and its meaning very much. There is a light to the darkness once the storm ends. It takes time, but we’ll get there. 🙂

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  2. Blood on the Tracks is one of my favourites by Dylan, and I especially love that song. Your poem had me longing for a storm, we haven’t had one yet, and I especially like the thought of July ‘marching in sultry cadence’ and the breeze:
    ‘scented with lingering traces
    of bar-b-que, sunscreen and sweat
    heavy with petrichor and promise’.
    I love the way it builds up, with the wind ‘singing through high tension wires’, cloth billowing and straining’ and those black cloud castles ‘anchored to the blue sky’.

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  3. I always loved watching the storms build over the prairie of my childhood. I have many times written of the pungent smell of rain, never knowing there was a word for it. Thanks for teaching me petrichor! It was not familiar to me. I savoured every minute of your descriptive poem.

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