by Sarah Frances Moran
Calbuco decided it was past time to make love to the sky
and with a violence reserved for Gods, she did.
How the clouds matured for her.
How they responded with an equal fury.
How the crackle of that spark lit up the world.
Illuminating eyes with a blanket of ash,
she stroked out a picture and put on a dance
for all us devils below.
Calbuco decided it was time to show off the Heavens
How the Earth can reach up to kiss the atmosphere
How the lightning soaked offspring of dueling lovers toss in the wind
How commanding love can be
Distributing glory over a multitude of medias,
She woke and she warned us.
Calbuco decided
It was time for this awakening.
3 comments:
Beautiful. A favorite line: "she stroked out a picture and put on a dance" Thank you. xoA
This is a different kind of poem for you. I like seeing all your flexibility. It's an honor to be published with you on these pages. Coincidence?
This is a different kind of poem for you. I like seeing all your flexibility. It's an honor to be published with you on these pages. Coincidence?
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