Trouble remembering the Beaufort scale? Poet to the rescue!
Beaufort Poem Scale
by Alice Oswald
As I speak (force 1) smoke rises vertically, Plumed seeds fall in less than ten seconds And gossamer, perhaps shaken from the soul's hairbrush Is seen in the air.
Oh yes (force 2) it's lovely here, One or two spiders take off And there are willow seeds in clouds
But I keep feeling (force 3) a scintillation, As if a southerly light breeze Was blowing the tips of my thoughts (force 4) and making my tongue taste strongly of italics
And when I pause it feels different As if something had entered (force 5) whose hand is lifting my page
(force 6) So I want to tell you how a whole tree sways to the left But even as I say so (force 7) a persistent howl is blowing my hair horizontal And even as I speak (force 8) this speaking becomes difficult
And now my voice (force 9) like an umbrella shaken inside out No longer shelters me from the fact (force 10) There is suddenly a winged thing in the house, Is it the wind?