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"I, Katrina" revisited.

I, Katrina

I, Katrina, queenly robed,
with bosomed bounty, lightning tressed,
have rode the waves, and come well dressed
to hail my subjects, come to shore
with surging breath.

I, Katrina, now bestow
new life to ancient swamps, where reeds
have thirsted, long penned up, I’ve freed
the river’s course. With gales, I greet
the wails now heard from lake and land.
I grant them both a second chance
for Freedom.

To upstart structures, as I pass,
my screaming eye gives but a glance.
They're new, ill-mannered, flimsy glass,
split wood or hard baked clay. I
order them to bow, obey
Me, Katrina,

Empress of the Wind and Waves.

Behold! My swirl of robes are flung.
My scraping thrusts of tongue flick far.
From old bayous to Florida,
all hear my roar: the crack of oak,
the wrench of roof, the crash of glass,
a dog's last woof.

I, Katrina, empress bold
of sea-wind, waves, and water's surge
have brought a cleansing, once foretold,
yet now must leave for arctic cold,
still lightning tressed and queenly robed,
though tattered.

© Kåre Enga 2005

Catalogue number: [162.367], written: 6 september 2005

This is the reviewable item link: "I, Katrina"  It only has 326 views. Someday it'll reach 500 , then 1,000! The prompt is obvious; although, some may question the tone. It is written from Katrina's point-of-view... no excuses, no apologies. Kinda: "If y'all wouldn't have made things ugly, I wouldn't have to clean up the mess." Not exactly what some folks ever want to hear. I am giving 1,001 gps for a limited time... I realize most of my blog readers have already read it though.

With Gustav scouring Cuba and aiming at Louisiana, it feels appropriate on this the 3rd anniversary of Katrina.

ME:

Met Deb Florence (Slumgullion) and Jamie Halvorson at Zootown yesterday It's grand opening is Sept. 6th; Aaron Fields from Mindbox (they'll be in the basement of the same building) wants me to come up with proposals for teaching poetry. Argh!

Carol at Friday's Mah Jong will bring in a list of affordable housing next Friday. I became member #1000 at the Senior Center yesterday. Met Dorothy and had a nice chat with Susan Freeland.

Today I bought some feta cheese (very buttery) and sprinkled it on my corn chowder.

I still suffer depression: this weekend could prove tough; but, I'm sunny and cheery today!

BLOGVILLE

Without family or friends to fill up the weekend with holiday plans, I hope to catch up on reading blogs this weekend. Time to make a check-off list and go to work.

Montana: 75 sunny degrees. We are far from hurricane weather; but, when Yellowstone blows someday (its volcanic caldera is 60 miles across) we'll all be buried like Pompeii! Cheers, from what will someday be a pile of yellow ash.

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