kitchen thunderstorms



Image: Approaching Thunderstorm on the Hudson River Artist: Albert Bierstadt Sources:; Art

Harsh slices of lightening sky; barrage thunder bursts. Spliced lightening. “one one thousand, two one thousand. . . .” Then, body slam of thunder. Center of violence, eight miles away.

Violent storm inside her head matches powerful one outside. Hail ravages window, creating concentric fracture circles in fragile and weakened glass. Her dreams shatter under weight of sorrows.

She lacks friendship pheromone. She has no scent that lingers; so easily forgotten. So few reach out a hand; so few remember.

Her unique is too jarring; her needs too immense. Breath on her cheek, head on her shoulder; she dances away quickly, they dance away far.

Rain rips at leaves, wind shatters branches. Crescendos of raw forces slashes night.

Bright rips in night-fabric, flash image of forlorn silhouette.

She steadies herself, slipping, shifting down cupboard doors.

Kitchen. Should be  place of laughter, of warmth, of together, of music, of parties.

Shell of utility, never complete. No beeping microwave. No one cup coffee wonder.

Slip of ironic smile.

Watching thunderstorm out of her kitchen window is yet another metaphor for her life.


© phylor, September, 2015


7 thoughts on “kitchen thunderstorms

  1. wendy September 26, 2015 / 9:51 am

    You are amazing. And a good friend…I’m not going anywhere.



  2. Valida Muse September 10, 2015 / 4:03 pm

    Beautifully written isolation/alienation–you could be writing from my head, as well. “Slipping down the cupboard doors” is a perfect description. And “lacks friendship pheromone”–wow, so that’s my problem, no pheromone. I love your new header image, and the Thunderstorm painting–gorgeous art.


    • phylor September 10, 2015 / 10:29 pm

      Guess I’m always looking for those metaphors that capture how I feel and view myself.
      The header is one of Waterhouse’s paintings. I’ve become very fond of his work. has so many exquisite paintings, many of which are in the public domain.
      Time for a change. I’m really only involved with the Tale Weaver prompt these days, so time to make my blog a reflection.
      Isn’t Waterhouse the most amazing painter!


      • Valida Muse September 10, 2015 / 11:05 pm

        Waterhouse is definitely amazing–And so are YOU!


        • phylor September 11, 2015 / 6:02 am

          Thank you. It’s nice to know I’m amazing!


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