Saturday, April 17, 2010

Santa Ana Winds

Image from LATimes

I scatter the debris
Of your unacknowledged

Dirty your hair with it
Knotting it into a nest
Of frustration
Tangling it with distrust

Batter your eyes with it
Pushing against your guardian lashes
And rubbing it in
Leaving you squinting red

Punish your lips with it
Until they are cracked
And cannot round
Into a no without bleeding

Today's NapoWrimo Prompt 17 asked us to write about one of the elements. I don't feel like this is finished yet, but it is what it is for now.


  1. wow, loved that image of la on fire...!!! grew up in on the coast and remember the santa anas... great title too!!! sirocco

  2. well written again Erin....thanks for sharing your words from Spokane

  3. Thanks, pieceofpie and Wayne. I spent the first 36 years of my life in Orange County, CA, and have been assaulted by the Santa Anas many times. :0)

  4. Vibrant images Erin! Yes, and totally as no criticism, but I'd agree, there's more here that yearns to speak, crackling flames! Very nice. Thank you for sharing this poem with us. ~Neil

  5. Thanks, Neil. I agree. I'll be adding more to this!