Country Storm (67 of 365)

Day 67 of the 365 day poem challenge. 

Word of the day changeling meaning: "a child believed to have been secretly substituted by fairies for the parents' real child in infancy."

Country Storm 

The wind howls in my ears

Fetid lips ring 

And my child wails and cries

Whispering cruel high pitched notes

Like a changeling

And I pray that the cacophony stops 

That the blast of noise, sound

Energy relents and stops

So that I might catch up - so that I might yet persevere 

My element is survival 

My destiny is the bland re-iterating 

Of thunderous cries 

Of faecal matter on nappies

Of faces scarred with smug indignation 

The kitchen is my demises 

The floors are sticky with my sweat and toil

And all while the storm rails on

The Windows beat in

And the rain powders the sill

I collapse down 

I collapse and sag like a weeping elm

My arms and gnarled and will 

Yet hold strong through this storm.