{I wrote this poem in anticipation of a hurricane/tropical storm, heading, once again, for beleaguered Puerto Rico. The island was hit very hard by hurricane Maria in 2017 and is still rebuilding.
It seems heartless, not to mention rude, for a storm to visit them again, so soon. My heart goes out to them.
The name of the storm brings to mind The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890-91), a novelette by Oscar Wilde. Although I never quite finished the novel, I do recall that a beautiful young man’s likeness is captured in a painting and, after that, the portrait ages, but the man does not. Meanwhile the whole world grows old around him, causing him sorrow.
This is my melding of the two. If you like this, check out my poems and posts under #hurricane.}
Paint a picture
Of Dorian, gray.
Beauty, to wash all
The sunshine away.
Charming, disarming
The weapons of Time,
Preserving your whirlwind
And watching us die.
Paint a picture
Of Dorian, gray.
Poised to destroy
All we call ours today,
You, unwelcome houseguest,
Appear, uninvited,
Returning and churning,
Your love unrequited.
Paint a picture
Of Dorian, gray.
Who’s to say who
Is more sorry today?
An isle, still recovering
From your last call,
Or you, whose sole pain
Is to witness it all?
Copyright 2019 Andrea LeDew
well done- and I did not finish the novelette either – oh and I can see how the name of the hurricane connected and you have woven ideas so well
Thank you Prior! I wrote this when Dorian was approaching Puert Rico and was considerably smaller. But now it’s getting personal!
i know — yikes