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Sunday, September 25, 2011

Magpie Tales 84 / Poem: Woman of Rain



Blood rain of the heavens

pounding earthward

arms outstretched to catch

all the violence nature can throw

at her—



losing herself to chilled veins

irrigating her flesh

thrusting her chest outward

her head arched back

an O wide to catch its fill

Niagara flowing over her lips

splashing into the cleavage below

her nipples rigid against the cold—



time becomes measurable

only as a benchmark

of periods of lucidity

of which second

has yet to occur



Michael A. Wells


12 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

I love the powerful earthiness of this...sexy.

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

i just can imagine the heavy flow of water all over her... nice one!

JJRod'z

Chronicles of Illusions said...

there is so much poer in this piece - great write

Helen said...

You do Missouri proud .........

Michael A. Wells said...

Tess: Thank you... I wanted the feeling of power and who can argue with sexy. ;)

Michael A. Wells said...

JJ: water, water everywhere :)

Michael A. Wells said...

Jo Bryant - thank you!

Michael A. Wells said...

Helen... LOL you are too kind. I'm not sure all of Missouri would want to claim me - hee he.

Brian Miller said...

really like the play in that last stanza...measured but only so far as the first time...

Tumblewords: said...

Terrific imagery!

Michael A. Wells said...

Thanks Brian...

Thanks Tumble...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Powerful (and sexy) words! Brilliant write.

Anna :o]