Deep Notos: The South Wind
by Virginia Carraway Stark
Here we go again,
My eerily prescient friend
Stirring up our passions and chasing
The horses and wild things
Who must run when they feel your crop
We all respond to the heat of your loins
Whipping flames into a fury
Chasing both across the fields and forest
Notos, Deep Notos,
We are lost in you now
We have forgotten the bite of winter
In the blast of your passionate kiss
How well you raise our passions
How you stir our hearts
You make our blood pump with fervor
That no other wind will know
I don’t care what they say
Your deep kisses bite harder
Than even Boreas’ ice cold lips
There is no warm hearth to escape you
Are you having fun?
Turning the ground into parched cakes
Turning all that was green to brown
Ready for your flames
Notos, I long for you
My Southern Lover
All winter long while Boreas taps at my windows
And howls at my gates
But once you’re here your passion
Overwhelms me, I am weak in front of you
You freckle me and wilt me like a crocus after spring
– mixed media on wood, Copyright 2009 Virginia Carraway Stark
You can watch Virginia Carraway Stark read her poem here:
Here is some information about Notos, the God of the South Wind:
http://www.theoi.com/Titan/AnemosNotos.html