‘Storm Brian’: A Salutary Tale


Towards the end of October, just a few weeks ago, I was on a brief stay in Hastings on the Sussex coast of England, when I, inadvisedly as it turned out, ventured out to explore the seafront at a time when a storm had been forecast.  The following is a brief, tongue-somewhat-in-cheek, version of this experience. 


Storm Brian hit me from behind;
I thought at first I didn’t mind.
I’d got my coat, my trusty hat,
No way this wind would master that.

I leant into its force and walked
With steady feet, the road then forked.
My street map useless in my hand
In such a desolate stormy  land.

A lady loomed into my view,
She’d help me find my way I knew,
But, quite oblivious to my plight,
I spoke to her, being polite,

When asked the way all she could say
Was “Gimme me a fiver, then I may.”
I hesitated for just a second,
As though my better nature beckoned,

But suddenly the storm grew worse;
I moved on heedless of her curse.
I knew I must keep heading west,
 Just did not know which road was best.

So, wishing I could be elsewhere,
I hurried on, I’d soon be there.
But then the ground before me rose;
Uphill I staggered led by my nose,

Into a hailstorm, sharp and biting,
I almost thought ‘This is exciting.’
But ice-drops bit into my face,
I wished I was some other place.

And then, beneath, my feet were taken,
Leaving me completely shaken.
Lying on the hard wet pavement;
Perhaps, for some, brief entertainment,

But nor for me, sprawled out like this,
Certainly not my apotheosis.
Then, lying there I heard a car
Pull up and fling its door ajar.

“Come on, old fellow, get inside.
I’ll take you home to your fireside.”
And that he did, this kindly chap,
I won’t forget that day’s mishap,

Nor will I venture out again
When Storm Carol hits my weather vane.



U.K. Storm Names 2017-18

UK storms 2017-18


22 thoughts on “‘Storm Brian’: A Salutary Tale

  1. I loved this and laughed as your feet were taken out from under you. not at you but recalling how it once happened to me too. what an awful storm. be safe when the next one hits. its been torrential here with major flooding.

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  2. It was but a mere breeze Roland. Joking aside, I love how you have turned your experience into a humorous and excellent piece of poetry. Storms are best viewed through a window with a glass of Malbec.

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  3. Aren’t we all a bit heedless at times Roland.? That storm was not a baby breeze and especially down that coast. That apart I have been having a good grin at your excellent poetic tale. Wonderful. Apart from the fall which luckily didn’t attack your head…..at least I don’t think so.😊
    Now, I know what Malbec is but what is Fleurie ? A flower, girl, drink………well, you enjoyed which is the main thing and learnt not to walk in hurricanes.

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    • Thanks for your interesting response, Miriam. I quote: “Fleurie wines are some of the most highly regarded in Beaujolais (France) – made from the Gamay grape variety, they are light, silky and supple, with characteristic floral and berry aromas.” As for the fall ‘attacking my head’, who knows? … the results will no doubt be apparent in my poetic offerings.

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