A Drop Away
Part I
pour la petite Raquel, brillant
The snow’s invasion had been spent
The clouds dispersed, vanquished away
like broken bread reduced to crumbs
blue skies through rifts appeared at last;
and after six o’clock we saw the sun.
It shone on Minneapolis
of glass, of towers ranked and bright,
a crop and shock of light. The corn
of winter’s summer’s prairie yield;
and still the cold impinges on our minds.
The mountains rise to mountain sky
though mountain skies are not like ours;
here skies are far more mutable
and swept with long north winds; and calm
the city rests immutable below.
The wind runs through alive, unchecked,
like all the rampant plows that range
to make aborted mine shafts in
the streets of Minneapolis;
on these we went in shadow long, in light.




Caleb
/ March 29, 2008I wish I could write like you. If you were one of The Foreigners, you would qualify to be a Gloom-Destroyer, I’m sure.
unknowing
/ March 29, 2008If I get my Uruguayan passport renewed maybe I can head over to the Ministry for the Establishment of Gloom-Destroyers and get a license.
Is your allusion to a book? I’m not familiar with it.
Caleb
/ March 29, 2008You remind me, rather strongly, of one of my cousins.
Simply put: if you were Welsh, you could be a bard. My allusion is Allusion herself, more commonly known as a kenning. Of those, I am sure you have heard.