Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Daughter of the Storm

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“Where the Trees Bear Strange Fruit” – Makati, 15 August 2016

the trees
bear
strange fruit
as the
wind howls
and the
cyclone spins
wreaking havoc
hither
and yon.

and people
hurry on
hurry away
lest they
be blown
off
and aloft;
but i
remain,
waiting for
the fruit
to ripen;
waiting for
the wind
to point
out
my path.

and the
rinds crack
open
to reveal
the magic
the darkness
the splendor
within
and i
feed
upon this
eldritch energy
like any
good daughter
of the
tempest.

so invigorated
i slake
my thirst
my painful
hunger
stoking up
for great
things
to come.

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Author:

Midge started her career in PR writing at seventeen when she began drafting documentaries for a government-run television station in the Philippines. Since then, she made a career in advertising and public relations which ended earlier this year. These days, she works for a corporate governance advocacy in Makati. Aside from what she does for a living and her poetry, she has turned her home kitchen into a personal culinary lab and is currently working on another novel.

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