Monday, June 8, 2009

New Poetry June 09


Alone under a rainstorm on Loch Crew


The Gods are angry in me

sideways rain above Loch Crew

distant fingers of lightning

encaging Tara Hill

monsters and myths in spray and foam

die in epigrammatic agonies

broken on the beach of Dunany

They are all real

as valid as any Divinity or Demon

as corporeal as human flesh

as real as the strikes on stone

that spiral into infinity

an infinity as lingering as the ancient

lines on the hand that struck them


Steve Downes 2009