Squall Poem by Michael Burch

Squall



There, in that sunny arbor,
in the aureate light
filtering through the waxy leaves
of a stunted banana tree,

I felt the sudden monsoon of your wrath,
the clattery implosions
and copper-bright bursts
of the bottoms of pots and pans.

I saw your swollen goddess's belly
wobble and heave
in pregnant indignation,
turned tail, and ran.

Thursday, July 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: marriage
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