From Rosemary Dunn


Such clouds there are today,
such haughty clouds!


Follow their guiltless majesty
crowns glinting like steel
in gothic caverns
fire sharpest of shadows
shade upon shade
of monstrous pustulous bubbles
oozing from invisible thermals
in turbulent air

Looking like mountains
these flocculent parodies
are thrown high
to the far backstage
of a theatrical sky
by an outrageous wind
hissing in contemptuous trees

Yet Thor’s insatiable thirst
‘more, more!’
inconsolable lachrymose rage
soaking a sodden and disgruntled earth

But get used to them, these clouds,
these proud weather-sages –

They are immortal.
© Rosemary Dunn. 2009.

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