The
Weather Knows No Change
by Mikal Trimm
Lightning
flails with ragged fingers, clutching
For
the hidden spirit of the evening.
Choked
by sheer vitality, the thunder
Coughs
and cackles, spitting rain into the
Cuspidor
of London. Whores and bobbies
Huddle
side by side in narrow doorways,
Lambs
and lions mated by the fury
Of
the elements. The darkness ripples,
Waves
of shadow churned by something blacker;
Batwing
cloak and ancient, battered top hat,
Flash
of silver scalpel in the streetlights,
Click
of heels and fading, ghostly laughter.
Then
a voice, as jagged as the lightning,
Skitters
through the alleys of Whitechapel,
Echoes
off the Thames in mindless triumph --
Jack
is back.
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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