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whomp whomp whomp
a mystery
voiced in the thump of blades
pounding urgently overhead
stirs my imagination
perhaps a screech of tires
a metallic crush
the scattered crackle
of fractured shards
were the precursors
of this percussive intrusion
suddened upon me
maybe a violent soul
forced an aberrant will
upon innocent unsuspecting
to be foiled by fate
or foolhardy valor
and now flees on foot
pursued overland
approaching
even as I wonder
or lurching blooms of rolling fire
leap from fir to fir
rushing wind-driven
hotly tracked
by the dousing smother
of this mechanized savior
thundering on high
intent to squelch the roaring destruction
feverishly consuming
the tindered old-growth
that surrounds this place
in which I dwell
whomp whomp whomp
the churning growl
and relentless roar
circling, circling, circling
in dopplered pulse
worrying aloft
drawing me upward
in fascinated speculation
anxious conjecture
until it slowly fades
trailing off into the afternoon
my curiosity in tow
leaving me
once again alone
in daydreams
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rob kistner © 2009
such a great use of words – very onomatopaeic, very evocative.
Rob, I really like this. Recently I rode in a helicopter for the first time, and I wanted to write about the sound but couldn’t. You have done it for me! I love the notion of “overhearing” or “eavesdropping” on the intruder who’s eavesdropping on you or something else! That’s a great complication of the prompt. Also, I like the metaphorical implications of the sound of an intruder from above. I hope you’re not in any danger of forest fires where you live. I like the alliteration. This is great: in dopplered pulse
worrying aloft.
Sarah –
Thank you for your kind words! 😉
…rob
Therese –
You are most kind… 😉
Helicopters are a russhhh…
No, our hme not in danger right now here in NW Oregon, but we are nestled under and among old-growth forest, so the threat is always there during this, the dry season.
…rob