Wednesday, August 10, 2022

Firefall

 
 

 
 
Firefall

 
 
 Lightning falls tonight
along the border of change.
Summer made a brass mirror
hot as Hell's floor to flare
the prairie grass to fire. 
Now her demon child
walks the storm.

We built a tall white tower
a colossus to catch the wind
for us to eat. With a flick of
staggered shot the lightning felled it
melting it
like an interrupted dream.
And so it was

when you and I
met to hold the lightning
in our palms, flaring in
a mutual fire, to give back
the reflection of love
from eyes of brass. Too much
heat cracks the shell.

Too much
of the electric touch
and towers melt,
lightning falls singing
a crackling song that says:
no one can own me
only the end I bring them.
 
 
August 2022
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
posted for earthweal's weekly challenge:
 
 (with apologies to Brendon 
for shamelessly using his theme title)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Note: Last night we got one of those wild storms that pop up along an advancing front. Most of it missed us here at my location, saving some very welcome thunder and rain, but parts of the state got flooding downpours, downburst winds up to 75 mph, and a lot of lightning, a bolt of which melted this wind turbine in Custer County and set it on fire.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Images: Volcano and lightning, author unknown, via the internet. Fair Use
Burning Wind Turbine, Custer County, courtesy of Oklahoma News 9 Weather, Fair Use 

15 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness, that collapsed wind turbine is terrifying......so many things melting in the heat across the globe - roofs, highways, railroad tracks - are legislators connecting the dots yet? Not that I can see. Your poem, as always, is powerful, and hits the heart. My fave lines: Lightning falls singing a crackling song. Unusually, we had loud thunder this morning, due to the unusual heat that now astounds us in what was once a rain forest that never got hot.

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    1. Thanks, Sherry. The heat has been brutal, and now even the storms relieving it bring destruction. I love it that the thunder and lightning sing in both our poems.

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  2. Your words always evoke the mythical underpinnings of our lives. Fire and all the elements really have proven over and over that we would do well to understand how powerless we humans are in the end. And yet instead of respect we keep throwing down dares...(K)

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    1. It's sad and frustrating how blind we are to what is happening around us. I blame the way survival has been made so distractingly difficult for so many people that it's all they can do to work and try to feed themselves. Thanks for reading, K.

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  3. Lightning is a terrifying force that falls what is in its way. I am glad you are safe. You really have a way of words that gets to the heart. Its been hot as hell here, we finally got a reprieve today. Lightning around here usually takes down some trees and power lines. Once I was without power for a week, knocked the grid out.

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    1. You don't know how much you really on that grid til you lose it. Thanks, Truedessa.

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  4. First, great poem, each stanza is a burning progression from the last with the final moment birthed from the first. (Faves in the first, the brass mirror heated to fire, and the second, where the windmill melts "like an interrupted dream."). There is heat and there is fire; anyone who messes unkowningly or incautious of it ends up with burnt undies. Oh, but right -- we're the idiot master race. Gazing rapt at all the candles.

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    1. Thanks, B. I was lucky with this one and it just came falling into my head, more like rain than lightning. Thanks for the work you do at earthweal to keep me writing, and to keep poetry in front of us as well as the sorry state of things.

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  5. i can feel the power in this one. i like how the 3rd stanza had a little tighter focus, zooming into the panoramic to find two little humans in that colossus electrical fire. i felt small and powerless reading it, and still felt awe for what must have been a rather impressive. great write joy

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    1. Thanks, philip. I always appreciate your thoughts, because you tend to really see into the lines. Good to read you again, too.

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  6. 'hot as Hell's floor to flare
    the prairie grass to fire.' - I love your alliteration and half-rhymes here, adding to the hellish nature of the scene. And the parallels with an electrically-charged love affair: potent and lightning-charged!

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    1. Thank you, Ingrid. I enjoyed yours very much as well.

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  7. This is such a stunning write, Joy. Your phrases and images are so effortlessly powerful. It's like you never use a single unnecessary word and I bloody love that. These lines really speak to me though I love the whole write:

    "Now her demon child
    walks the storm."

    "...the lightning felled it
    melting it
    like an interrupted dream."

    "lightning falls singing
    a crackling song that says:
    no one can own me"

    <3

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  8. we're rapt here, too. several consecutive days of 105 plus, several 110. 114 the other day. I'm an hour east of San Francisco at the moment. records falling like that turbine.

    the first couplet amazes me - fraught, vivid, energetic. a simple observation more powerful than any threat. Here is the change, you continue with each line, until the final pair - the bold declaration of where true power lies. not with us. ~

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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