you watch in serenity as the dark clouds roll over the sky.
the valley below is drenched in honeyed sunlight,
protected from the storm by the mountains blocking its way.
you can hear the gods playing,
throwing lightning and breaking thunder as Zeus hollers victory.
a lilac smell drafts over from the garden,
mingling with the melancholy scent of rain.
dark shadows coat the deep green hills and light twinkles off the dewy grass lining the path from the farm.
the sugary trills of your sister's singing adds to the richness,
and your father's violin played by nimble fingers eases the eery silence that comes with a storm.
a lightning crash;
there, in the distance.
you watch as it spikes and trails deep into the mountains,
and memories of the sunburst scar on your forehead etch themselves in your thought.
it was a day like this when you got it,
beaten over the head with the blunt end of your mothers heavy words.
it twists your senses, and you reel,
trying to stay grounded in the company of your family, in the company of lilacs and valleys and rain.
it still pulls, but you stay.
kept by the song of your sisters voice spiraling higher into the sky and bringing comfort to your damage.
you sigh, and light floods the fields once again.
you think you might get used to this warmth, the magic at your fingertips,
and tongue tugging the world together.
you sigh, and the pieces fit just right.
you smile, and the laughter from the house is what glues it all together.
YOU ARE READING
Teach Me How To Fly a Plane: An Insomniac's Guide to Falling
Poetrythis collection sets aside religion and reality for the sake of a personal pipe dream. a mixture of poetry and short stories, the topics of these works are the kinds of things i think about in my free time, so.. whatever that tells you about me as a...
