Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Strangest Rain

It was the strangest rain
that star fall night

mare galloping.  Hooves
churning and hurling

hunks of the black
eye sky.

Blind, it left me, blind;
my tongue forked with wishes.

Goddess bound and blind -
bridled to ride.

For Midweek Motif~Meteor Showers at Poets United

12 comments:

said...

Oh my, this is hot, Kell. Fierce and delicious. That ending socked me.

Susan said...

Wow! So we are speechless in the presence of the Goddess. The night/mare gave me leave to imagine her inside each of us. May we regain our sight.

John Buchanan said...

I love the imagery in this poem.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Delicious words. May your sight soon return!
Anna :o]

Toni Spencer said...

Wow. the Goddess in all of us, falling from the sky. Wonderful imagery.

Sherry Marr said...

"My tongue forked with wishes." How cool.

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh, I love that ending. Such a powerful piece...Goddess bound

Grace said...

The ending was superb with:

Goddess bound and blind -
bridled to ride.

A said...

you got me! wish I had written this! tit-for-tat MZ

Sara McNulty said...

Wow! The imagery is amazing, as are your perfect line breaks.

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--This is fierce.

brudberg said...

The image of the mare really got me.