Sunday 13 April 2014

Elemancy by Chris Crittenden

obliterated by a vigor
of rain, the stubborn dust
of cities upon cities,
of gone animals and creatures,
whirled astonished
in a sibilant dance,
ripples of hallelujah
borne on its percussion.
and we could celebrate,
free of mummified fears,
from tentacles of desert
that swirled on the wind
down into our rasped throats,
believing once more
that the gods were not stagnant,
that the glisten of new rivers
carried an essential trust,
immune to auspices of privilege,
and the meanness of gates.
it seemed the land itself
had become a shiny bird
with unstoppable feathers,
branched into many and
exuberant wings, every
molecule alert, befriended,
in a great unison of flying.

Chris Crittenden, Maine, USA


Owl Who Laughs said...

It's been a great honor to be part of Bolts of Silk! Thank you for all you have done for the poetry world, Juliet!


Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks, Chris, for sharing your poetry over the past 8 years! It's been an honour to publish you!

Anonymous said...

pretty nice blog, following :)