Pagan Poetry 6 : Thunder

" I have gone to find lightning. Don’t worry about me.”


Ellen Gilchrist "Starcarbon"




There's a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder



Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in


The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete


On a flat roof, there's a boy leaning against the wall of rain


Aerial held high, calling "come on thunder, come on thunder"






Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul


Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul






It's a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars


Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome


Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else


Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore






The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign


And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching


The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on






Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul


Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul






There's four new colors in the rainbow


An old man's taking polaroids


But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain


He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his


And I swear I can hear the sea



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Kiss In

One thing about the living
Every now and then one of us
Stops dying for a moment

E.Gilchrist





wonderful initative that occured in paris in the middle of a very crowded hallway near the cinemas of Les Halles! we'll try to be there for the second round.




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One thing about the living...

One thing about the living
Every now and then one of us
Stops dying for a moment

After forty days, it came back in December while the wind blew like Baltimore around this southern city. It came back. It walked around talking to gardeners, waving at football players, luring me back to your bed. It came back, colder, deeper, more terrible than I remembered. I knew the route it took to find me, the detours it made, the washed-out bridge, the dangerous ferry crossing. I pretended it was cat wailing on another roof.
Later I took it to lunch. I fed it bread and wine. I gave some to Spooky nd some to Irise and some to the football players and poured some into a letter and went upstairs and got into bed and held it while it took my arms and legs. I closed my eyes it grew heavier. I held still it grew heavier.


Ellen Gilchrist “Net of jewels”




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