Poet Rummager

Teshub

Photo by Graham A Stephen (http://geotopoi.wordpress.com)
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A clap of thunder woke her from slumber.

She shivered but not from fear.

Raindrops trickled on warm skin –

trailing down her neck and over her breasts.

The warm moisture tingled and teased

her curves and crevices.

Gasping for breath, she sighed his name.

He answered with a low rumble,

and his black eyes roved over her.

Teshub, she called him again

as the mad storm devoured her.

She clung to him, mewling and spent.

Lightning coursed through her veins

as wild winds carried her over the edge.

 

*Teshub is the Hurrian god of sky and storm.

 

Photograph by Graham A Stephen (Click here to visit and follow his blog). ❤

44 comments

  1. I like it! It’s both dramatic and erudite. (I’d never heard of Teshub before and had only the sketchiest idea of who the Hurrians were.)

    By the way, I’m not sure if you aware of this, Rose, but someone has stolen your hat! When I first looked at the notification in my email, I realized something was different about your picture, but it took me a moment to realize what it was! 🙂

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  6. A wonderful blend of emotions and a sense of letting go. The inevitability of sadness at the end. A triumph. As with others, I didn’t recognise you without the hat 😀

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    • Oh my gosh! — so glad you mentioned this. When I was in high school, a classmate brought up the “clap” when our science teacher was talking about how thunder is formed. Our teacher told us that in the early 1900’s, doctors would actually tell moms that when babies heard thunder, some would get so freaked out, their digestive system would get out of whack, and the babes would get diarrhea! **True story**

      Thank you for taking me down memory lane, Fly. 😀

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