"Mount Corcoran" by Albert Bierstadt‘Summer Storm’ by Beth Staas The Society December 20, 2017 Beauty, Poetry 5 Comments Sharp lightning stabbed the clouds and pierced a hole that scorched the greening branches down below. Sun, much aggrieved, beamed fingers through, and stole the sparking ashes’ phosphorescent glow. The clouds, distressed at what the lightning did, and wanting to conceal the dreadful sight, built thunderheads to form a rumpled lid. But sun whipped out its swords, resolved to fight. Its nimble thrusts and resolute assault cut through the blackened shield to slash a path of blinding brightness, forcing gloom to halt. Sky’s lamentation cleansed the aftermath while thundered clouds now cut to ribbons, red and streaked with evening’s blood, closed ranks and fled. Beth Staas taught writing at the high school and college levels for some twenty years and has been listed in Who’s Who among American Teachers. She has been published in numerous national periodicals. Her poetry has won or placed in numerous contests and included in several anthologies and websites. She is past president and current treasurer of Poets and Patrons and member of ISPS and Poets Club of Chicago. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses C.B. Anderson December 20, 2017 A very crisp sonnet, with perfect iambic meter. Also, a rather nice instantiation of the pathetic fallacy, requiring almost no suspension of disbelief. We’d like to see more from you. Reply James A. Tweedie December 21, 2017 Lovely and vivid. I have seen that battle played out many times in the High Sierra. The play of light and dark, the lamenting rain and sparking fire, the butchered blood of slaughtered day, the crack of bolt-lightning and the rebound of thunder’s roar from walls of granite . . . well done. Your words transported me to another time and place. I enjoyed the journey. Thank you. Reply David Watt December 21, 2017 A lovely poem, brimming with complementary imagery. Your lines made me recall storms I have experienced, though none surpassed the drama of ‘Summer Storm.’ Reply Fr. Richard Libby December 22, 2017 What a wonderfully descriptive work! Reply Lew Icarus Bede December 26, 2017 Mr. Anderson is correct; this sonnet is crisp; and it could be even further tightened up with a punctuation mark at the end of line twelve. Mr. Anderson also noted the pathetic fallacy, which seems almost Popean, despite its cloak. Who, among New Millennials, captures such force? Not many…perhaps Mr. Palmerino. Despite occasional Latinate words, it is striking how much energy Ms. Staas achieves with her strong Anglo-Saxon vocabulary. In addition, her words are brilliant, like those found in Mr. Whidden’s sonnets, and they shine without indulgent enjambment. Reply Leave a Reply to David Watt Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.