Weather Knows No Change
by Mikal Trimm
flails with ragged fingers, clutching
the hidden spirit of the evening.
by sheer vitality, the thunder
and cackles, spitting rain into the
of London. Whores and bobbies
side by side in narrow doorways,
and lions mated by the fury
the elements. The darkness ripples,
of shadow churned by something blacker;
cloak and ancient, battered top hat,
of silver scalpel in the streetlights,
of heels and fading, ghostly laughter.
a voice, as jagged as the lightning,
through the alleys of Whitechapel,
off the Thames in mindless triumph --
The storm cries, unabated.
Copyright © Mikal Trimm 2004
Photo Copyright © Eric Marin 2004
About the Author:
Mikal Trimm writes stories and poems and songs. The stories and poems may be found in several publications both on- and offline, including Infinity Plus, Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, NFG and Say.... His songs must be heard in person. He currently lives outside Austin, Texas, due to circumstances beyond his control.
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