Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Merlin in A Storm, Geneva

by Duncan McGibbon

  
The wind grew quickly that afternoon,
seething a summer storm, with the doors
and windows banging about, policing  my flat.
A rainbow drove into the pitch-tar cloud,
where the sun's flare dropped through a rift.
A fork of lightning bit at the earth in France,
like a giant insect, while the mountains vanished
become the property of thunder. A single merlin
still circled in the dimming sky and rocks.
Doves and crows took cover. I followed its trace
in the moistening air, knowing it was the season
for the raising of young and how fearful animals
expose themselves in flight and of the need
of death to victual life, which is the truth of danger.
 

Added: 03.03.2009

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