Storm Fumbling from the dark, Larkin-like, I squint at the flickering framed by the fidgeting curtains: An omen? A lone wolf silhouetted against a blood moon. The wild west wind creaks me like an unsecured door And I let go. It bursts me open and I am unhinged. Further on, the howling bluster scrapes together the brave clouds from beyond the heart of horizons, Rolls them, curls them, like my cruel lip, Into a feral growl. I cling to my bed frame, but it wants to come too. All the way over the clever surge, the squall lightning, the up-draft, the thunderous funnel-cloud twisting. And, it dumps me, my heels clicking desperately, all the way down, far beyond the end of the rainbow.
Ella Fitzgerald, American jazz singer, was born today in 1917.
Albert King, American blues guitarist and singer, was born today in 1923.
Fish, English singer, songwriter and actor, was born today in 1958.