THE BIRTH OF STORM
With the grinding groins of sky & earth,
And gnashing teeth of Father-God,
Death of drought & new verdant birth,
As bone-dry dust converts to sod.
Sepia semen of slaughtered sea,
Slick slathered sweat on mother´s skin,
Groaning, she kneels on broken knee,
And asks the Gods; “What is my sin? “
Flashing lightening of flinted eyes,
Thor´s flaming arrows fly below,
Thunderous laughter of the ancients wise,
Cracks the night from the mighty bow.
With crash of cymbals & operatic splendour,
Salivating slit, split, lay open & bare,
The world shakes, but must surrender,
Heaven´s oozing tears weep upon ferns virgin hair.
Tufted crotch of cowering land,
Errors cleansed & new life reigns,
Split by sulphur´s restless hand,
Till passions stir & rise again.
Lakes shake in orgasmic quiver,
Caressing sighs in ecstatic ripples,
Motioning wavelets to quake & shiver,
Droplets dribble from sky´s sweet nipples.
From anger & beauty, fire & light,
From nature´s passion, I am formed & born,
I arrive howling, squalling & ready to fight,
I am all elements, I am me, I am storm.
© Sue Lobo 2016
Response to our Inspiration Call on February 21, 2016
Photo Credit:Stocksnap io.com /Royalty Free Photos.
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