Monday, May 28, 2018

White Negative Black

Summoned from fitful sleep
a chilling skin-crawl strokes my neck,
the gods are to fight and require my audience
to witness their brooding demeanour.
Other passive bodies peer out
through unlit apertures, ghouls
motionless, duly subpoenaed to attend.
A speculative flash
white, negative, black.
then the thunder gods attack
with terrifying hammer blows
avalanching through the heavens.

Fire, awesome fire
white, negative, black,
almighty licking tongues of lashing flame
from unseen cauldrons light up the sky.
Still the thunderous cannons roar
the hammer and the flame
sibling gods set to vanquish each other’s power,
white, negative, black,
wrestle as we cower and cling to the sill.
There is no victor nor spoils, 
suddenly it is done, I can sleep, 
until the gods call once again
white, negative, black.


© Graham Sherwood 05/2018

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