Clear Skies (writing workshop)

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    The weather
    was my last
    Connection to you;
    Blown inside-out, I’m lost,
    Wet-through
    In the torrents
    Of watered-down passion

    Pulled to the starry heights
    of everything-will-be-all right clouds

    I gather up my thoughts,
    Wrapping them tight inside
    like an approaching storm-front

    Unable
    To subside,
    Unable
    To ride out the weather.

    The weather was a fast
    Connection to you
    Huddled beneath umbrellas
    Dashing through puddles
    With a laughing, fresh surprise.

    Now there are no charts,
    No three-day forecasts
    As our hearts
    Drop like hail-stones,
    Determined to bash
    Every landscape
    Hone every place
    Into frozen abandonments.

    The weather was my cast
    Of elemental advisors
    Whispering sunlight in your ear
    Flickering
    Teasing
    Frost across your cheeks.

    Now all is lost, deep snow
    has reached those last happy memories
    And I wait

    Wait for a scraping chance

    Of clear skies.


    January 23rd, 2008 | admin | No Comments | Tags: , , ,

About The Author

Sean Woodward is a British artist, writer and musician who stands at the crossroads between technology and the arts, between the supernatural and the mundane, the light and the dark. His art is collected internationally and his essays, fiction and poetry have been published in a number of international publications. He is the author of Keys to the Hoodoo Kingdom, Erzulie of the Deep, The Grimoire of ZAL and co-author of The Infernal Faces of Hekate. Vudutronix: Selected Art, Essays & Lectures, Archonix: The Chronicles of Leng and Keys to the Inner Kingdom are forthcoming.

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