One Dark Night The Moon Was Clouded Out Poem by Gert Strydom

One dark night the moon was clouded out,
the raging wind was jerking the blinds,
tearing curtains howling hysterical
tossing papers, books onto the floor

crazy did slam the reading lamp down
like a angry lover, a woman with temper tantrums
and I closed every window, every door locking her out
where she whimpered with tears

on the windowpanes, howled in anger
at the outside doors
and I witnessed something,
like a ravishing beauty with wild hair
while the trees were rocking
in the flashing thunder that she was calling,
calling down on me.