The orange space-hopper flew past the kitchen window
and the news showed pictures of a children’s trampoline
stuck on a busy road, as if Ciara’s just a baby storm,
throwing her toys around. And now Storm Dennis puffs
and pants, building out west, and we
are waiting for him, but, you know,
naming these storms personifies them,
turns them into gods, with their own powers.
Volition. As if we’re not responsible –
burning our fossil fuels, shedding our plastics –
we’ve tipped the balance –
we called up these storms,
unleashed them. Made them monsters.
Our Earthwealchallenge this week is to write about storms. I think we may have different storm names in the UK, so feel free to substitute your local storm deity name.