Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Electric Storm


Whatever our colour, creed, sex or sexuality,  it is the same for lovers and would-be lovers everywhere; if falling out is like a power cut, making up has all the natural thrills of an electric storm...

ELECTRIC STORM

We were arguing,
(I forget why) and I stumbled,
fell into your arms,
struck by a sudden electric storm,
your lips, moist and warm
on mine, feisty red-hot tongue
prising them apart,
paralysing every muscle,
my heart folding in
on its epicentre like petals  
under siege

We broke away,
appalled by what we thought
we could see in our faces;
rage, fear, pain… like flashes
of lightning,
a hard rain falling like the tears
of old gods, home truths
lashing out at us like the wind
dragging vulnerable leaves
from brave trees as ever it pleases,
nature teases

We stared at each other,
wide-eyed creatures, less afraid
we’ll come to harm
than a situation caught us out;
no time to duck and dive,
but…a coming alive
in the throes of lightning flashes,
closing in on each other
by way of acknowledging
heavens above taking our part,
nurturing the earth

Storm passed, fragile hearts
unfolding all the stronger, flowers
opening up 

Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2014


[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in 1st eds. of The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004; 2nd (revised) e-edition in preparation.]

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