Like Burning Arrows
by Mark StoneFinally the blank sheet gives way
To a burst of words
In a sun-shower light-filled and tumbling
Through the voiceless ether
Comes the first, then the second
A violent incandescence
Still more and more
An avalanche of syllables
Assault me with meanings
I did not anticipate
Hurled against a white screen
Spatters of amethyst and blood red amber
Words that stutter
Spit hurl and stick
In my skin
Like burning arrows from the void.
06/16/2020