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Along With The Thunder


Along with the Thunder
came Tempestas, goddess of storms
turtle doves scattered on  
corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance 
this is time of rattling cracked panes
loose screws
when weather ruled, seemingly profane
warmonger wind howls or laughs 
I know not which, my Being dwarfed
by Boreas, serpents coiled at depth
 
sombre matter ripples within sunken skull
 Sky summons Thor, roars for more 
Mist World blankets mournful Earth
her elegant white swans flown from dearth 
here sits curdled milk coffee cold 
stir winter air, honey’s like ore
bees frozen
heirloom scarlet quilt attempts to defrost feet
no mean feat when butterflies flutter only in
colouring books, muted with wax crayons

Fire speaks as lightning bolt beats
orange, crimson, magenta, violet 
flash crackle across a van Gogh sky
his sunflowers buried deep
ancient depression crawls upward 
from wet clay, dna spirals unraveling 
Maine coon cannot dream despite 
silken hair, purring on pause
linearity becomes spherical with St.Michael holding bare black branch space

Rain starts seeping under misaligned door
stoep flooded, bridges collapsed 
roads become rivulet gullets, drains blocked
children embryonic curl when school gates shut dumb numb they become, reflecting damp walls 
seasons our canvas to test our mettle
Thunder intermittent acoustic drum Power

where exactly does metallic mettle lie ? 
in cold flesh or darkened spine shadows which
emerge to redden their hands at a
deadened fireplace where ash is scattered, 
like cremated dust over a midnight sea 
hosting futile unsung tears spun,
Rapunzel’s sobs undone 

will we go into temporary blues with storm goddesses, in teal temples trapezing 
 become mysterious, mystical or magical
hip-hop with winter’s wisdom, stamping to 
Zeus or Thor, call Christ consciousness 
Mohammed, Peace be upon him and us
surrendering human core to winter raw or…

 will we remain stuck in embedded co- dependent fear, amicability or polite gentility 
turn around, toss in bed, mask striking 
offerings of colour streaks across Sky
pacifying persistent pain or drown in rain shine ?

choice engraved into our mettle deep
Thunder sent to pound it free 
Lightning flashes flare to trace letters deciphered 
Rain sleets lubricate human looms
weaves away all gloom
along with the Thunder



 

           

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