Crow on the Cradle

They had collapsed into an empty cave of nowness, replacing a past of empyrean wonder with the unceasing presence of burning flesh, condemning the contagious and aliferous joy of birds to smoke-filled air hanging heavy over stone landscapes that had lost all green.  What they called life, the promise of continuity, was at an impasse.

They had forgotten to build an ark.

They had forgotten to build an ark, and so they were left standing between a raging wall of flame and an infestation of endlessly rising waters.  A fierce susurrus rose from the spirits of the ancestors–an oddly wordless murmur riding on the howling wind, carrying the silent but distinct rattle of bones.

what happens when where
we were going is gone?–crows
seize the winter sky

For earthweal, where Brendan asked us to fill your poem’s sails with a blast of something akin to the hurl of atmospheric plumes, and dVerse, where Mish has given us a list of uncommon words to incorporate in our poem. I’ve also taken inspiration from Jane’s Oracle 2 wordlist.

patterns of essential flow

patterns of s

we stand watching
the waters, fully
awake and undreamed—
the rivers exploding
uncontained, the sky
vivid in its indifference
to the currents
carrying the debris,
both past and future
burying all the voices
keening in the dark–

who breathes this wild
rain, exhales these tempests,
scatters the spirits
that might comfort
our distress?  we bandage
the gaps, we open
our umbrellas as the waters
rise, as the multitudes
wait, unsheltered, drowning
in the accumulation
of what has been denied

patterns of close up s

For the earthweal challenge, environmental justice.  Bandaids and umbrellas are not enough.

rhetorical

rhetorical blk s

are we rivers
are we waves flowing beyond time
are we currents that light delivers
are we vessels that shine

are we waves flowing beyond time
at one with the earth and seas
are we vessels that shine
vibrations reflected through trees

at one with the earth and seas
do our roots sing
vibrations reflected through trees
shimmering like a hummingbird’s wing

do our roots sing
echoing the stars
shimmering like a hummingbird’s wing
music of the spheres

echoing the stars
are we currents that light delivers
music of the spheres
are we rivers

Another pantoum for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above.  I tried all kinds of punctuation on this and none of it seemed right, so I finally decided just to take it all out.

rhetorical close up s

You can supply your own, as needed.

I’ve been reading Richard Powers’ book “The Overstory”.