Weather by Marina Dawn Just before the downpour the sky brightens
in my body I carry the long winter, so that when
the branches bow with the weight of rain my bones are the seams
in highways, swelling with the frost, making faults.
Amidst the deep thunder of summer, I can hear the snow fall, a sound resounding
as absence: a somehow, simple, quieting--the whole city,
the rats moving in the rafters, wind working at the early buds--becomes
the sound of a world with air around it, the same as the feel in the mouth of old oil;
is it that my ears were shrouded in wool that
bodies moving about the frozen world, briefly losing the earth
and skidding on ice, unbound as angels, their mouths opening as they lifted
made no sound but were full of grace.
This moment: a sourceless light floods the house, swallowing
somehow even the shadows beneath the furniture, and it is the snow
I remember, the weather, the authoring wonder of white.
06/06/2007 Posted on 06/06/2007 Copyright © 2025 Marina Dawn
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/07/07 at 04:07 AM Some really beautiful imagery in this. I was particularly taken with the first four lines. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/09/07 at 12:45 AM Fascinating use of symbolism. |
Posted by Tom Goss on 06/11/07 at 05:36 PM A pristine voice made of rain+feathers elucidates what it feels like to be muffled in white water. Bravo. |
Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/09/09 at 01:16 AM This is beautiful! |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/01/09 at 04:09 AM Exceptional images and flow! Congrats on POTD. |
Posted by Richard Vince on 06/06/20 at 11:40 AM It's too long since I last read you and allowed your words to weave their magic in my mind's eye. Stirringly visual, visually stirring. |
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