One of my favorite books when I was a child, a book I still read now and then, was Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time. It begins with Bulwer-Lytton's famous bad line, "It was a dark and stormy night." But L'Engle's book isn't bad, and that line suits the novel's tone and the main character's mood and temperament. I've always loved it. I kind of want to start or end a poem with that line, or maybe repeat that line throughout a poem having nothing to do with a dark and stormy night, experiment, see where I go, see what narratives arise.
Today, we are experiencing (more) storms. It's a dark and stormy evening. Every summer, we get storms like these, some summers the storms are fierce and damaging (like last summer). I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we'll sneak out of July without major flooding or long-term power outages, but, manohman, the storms keep calling up their storm friends and shouting, in their drunken storm voices, "HEY! COME ON OVER! THERE'S A LOCAL BREWERY ON MUSKINGUM AVENUE. LET'S GET SHIT FACED AND RAISE SOME HELL FOR A FEW WEEKS!"
And, yes, storms talk in all caps, in case you were wondering.
I don't really mind as long as the power doesn't go out and I'm not stuck out someplace wearing flip flops that make me skate instead of walk (my father used to call flip flops "slides," which makes/made total sense to me since I always slip when I wear them in the rain. He also used to call them "chower choos," a not very funny joke he somehow made charming).
My daughter, her friends and I cut short the pre-college shopping we were doing because the sky turned octopus ink black, and the wind picked up. We're all safe indoors (though not in the same places).
It's a good evening to read more poetry, to work on my thesis defense, maybe to work on some new poems that are scuttling around in my brain. I found a last line in an Alicia Ostriker poem that I want to use as a first line in one of mine.
I guess I'm experiencing a perfectly poetic storm.