The Power of the Wind (and Women)
The inspiration behind this poem is quite simple; I wanted to make something that expressed the wind, and when I thought more about it, I realized that if I personified the wind to be female, it's sort of relatable in a way. She—the wind—does all of these things, things that no one really seems to notice unless you really think about it. She wants to be seen but she also doesn't, as she drifts and does these things. I feel like it describes not only the wind but also women.
I love the wind.
She's wild, untamed.
When she visits the forests,
She floats along the trees,
And the leaves dance, just for her.
When she visits the deserts,
She conjures up the dust,
The sand races across the landscape, just for her.
When she visits the oceans,
And the land that it meets,
She shakes the palm trees,
And the waves roll in, just for her.
She is an anomaly,
She is a beauty.
She wisps the strands of my hair,
And the pages of my notebook flap wildly.
She just wants to be seen,
Yet will always remain
By Emily Lewis, 16