Forever Staring Into The Storm

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A poem inspired by the album cover of "Ótta" By Sólstafir

Submitted: July 01, 2017

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I laid his head down upon the black Icelandic sand

 

The sky a grey swirling beast, growling and snarling 

 

The wind screaming, blowing my dirtied hair everywhere 

 

I rest my hand under his aged head, he watched me with his elderly eyes 

 

His eyes old, yet still a striking blue

 

His large grey beard swaying in the ferocious winds

 

He wanted to speak to me, but could not muster the strength 

 

His eyes wandered from my face, and up into the stormy clouds 

 

"Ótrúlegt.." He muttered in his native tongue, the word spoiled by the weakness of death's coming

 

I felt his breathing slow, his chest barely moving

 

I shed a tear as I watched the soul of this old man leave 

 

The reflection of the clouds in his eyes, as his stare grew blank

 

I hoped the angry wind would take his soul from this mortal land, and onto whatever world existed once our time run dry

 

I lowered his head onto the sand

 

His eyes cold and glazed, forever staring into the storm

 

I could not produce a sound, my throat choked by sadness 

 

My eyes watering with tears 

 

Now he lay still, having left this world behind 

 

There I sat, on my knees, watching the clouds of death roll in slowly 

 

There was no sun shining, no beaming rays of golden light to console my pain

 

Just the greyness of the winter storms 

 

I took a deep breath, aware of the danger ahead

 

I slowly stood up, legs shaking, and looked out to the sea

 

I closed my eyes

 

And felt the powerful wind on my face

 

Blowing my tears away

 

 

 


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