Throwback Friday: Something Wicked In The Clouds- Christine E. Ray & Stephen Fuller

something wicked

Ever been cloudbusting?
We lay on our backs
in damp fragrant grass
Look up at the sky
to trace a dream that seems
Soft and fluffy
like cotton candy.

We point up at rabbits
and dragons in the mist
Discerning ghost ships in full sail
Moments so sweet kids swallow
Them in their first sugar-filled
Carnival step to torment parents
Filled with a need for one still moment
To spite the chaos.  Life

Invent a new game from shadows
North winds blow in ominous clouds
We bust them up into Grimms
that twist into dark corners
Where Freud conjures out
Nightmares stripping bliss
Exposing naked fears
That freeze children in their place
We watch vaporous Hell Hounds
Chase fleeing maidens
Giant toads swallow koi

Release our Ids, wild and feral
Join the Wild Hunt
Chase the devil
Across the night sky
A hero or a demon
Determined by the color
of the rain that drips from
His wounds.

8 thoughts on “Throwback Friday: Something Wicked In The Clouds- Christine E. Ray & Stephen Fuller

  1. Hey,

    I have an idea… why don’t we do some collaborations to get us through this crazy time! LOL. Yes… there are a few in the email queue I need to get to or shall I nearly haiku?

    there are a few
    in the email queue
    I need to get to
    I nearly haiku
    or is this, say, a tanka

    can i borrow your fingers?

    Stephen

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  2. I’ve always been a cloud observer and my kids also. A funny story about clouds. My oldest granddaughter hated riding in a car as a toddler. She would throw fits, terrible kicking and screaming, but my son in law had a great idea. He rolled down her window and asked if she saw the cloud up there. She stopped and said yes. “That’s the Gobble. If you don’t settle down the Gobble is gonna come.” Shut her right up and we still joke about it today, she’s 24.

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  3. Sensationally imaginative, a cloudbuster of life through the ages……..what’s the colour of the hard rain today
    “A hero or a demon
    Determined by the color
    of the rain that drips from
    His wounds.”

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