Rotten Berries
Her storm arrives on time,
stealing their light,
blotting reflection
from their eyes.
Lightning cracks, snaps
a birch branch—
all too eager to fall,
to lose itself into earth.
A fury of cardinals
and their rotten berries scatter—
drip dropping
sowing not.
The storm thins.
The power returns
to the womb.
But she keeps the lights off
a little while longer.
N.J. SIMATThank you for this sacred space with like minds, and open hearts. I’m already looking forward to the next session with Alix Klingenberg!
Here is the original poem from before edits (b/c I think its neat to see/share the polishing):
Her storm arrives on time,
stealing both our light,
centering its heft
between my eyes.
Somewhere, lightning snaps
a small birch branch
seemingly all too happy to fall,
to loose itself into earth once more.
Then, a fury of cardinals
and their rotten berries, discarded
drip dropping into nothing,
into nothing new.
The power returns
But I keep the lights off.
Absolutely memorizing. I love poems with storms being used I'm happy I came across this!