9Apr/070
Poem: Barometer
A poem that didn't make the cut for the 2007 Easter Journey. I wanted apocalyptic storm imagery, but felt this was too dark, and too abstract.
barometer
trees cramped with pain
a bruised ash sky
moaning of a hot dark wind
storm's coming
sun stains like wine
a bone dust moon
vacuum rips my breath away
storm's coming
I watch alone
under the cyclone's eye
strips me to the truth
storm's coming
no more choices
but to stand
face up
storm's here