CALAMITY HOWLER

The storms

on the wine-dark

were as nothing

to the currents

that coursed through her.

Red is what she saw

curtains

carpets

and

cloaks.

Red was the song

and sound of her voice

Red was the shout

that raised no alarms

Red was the blood

from their wounds

Agamemnon

and his calamity-howler

curseʹd Cassandra.

RW

Guanajuato, Mexico

01.02.2020

(A friend asked that we pick from a list of antiquated or little used words, and write a poem.  I chose calamity-howler.)