*the Woman Who Loves Thunder Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

I never expected to fight
and be able to fight with loneliness
till I find my cure, my aid, my abater,
my attendant, my succorer,
my pastor in you.

I have never been so excited
As I am now,
I'm delighted
As I am expecting the roars
of your thunders to come
and whisper words
of cheers and excitement
to this lowly heart
every minute of my day.

The woman in silence
is now loudly shouting
in the middle of the field
calling the thunders to come,
visit her and say
the stupid words
that the god of thunder Zeus
often utters
even in his deceitful heart.