"Terzanelle in Thunderweather" by Lewis Turco

[xfirefly9x]

This is the moment when shadows gather
under the elms, the cornices and eaves.
This is the center of thunderweather.

The birds are quiet among these white leaves
where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily
under the elms, the cornices, and eaves--

these are our voices speaking guardedly
about the sky, of the sheets of lightning
where wind stutters, starts, then moves steadily

into our lungs, across our lips, tightening
our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark
about the sky, of the sheets of lightening

that illuminate moments. In the stark
shades we inhibit, there are no words for
our throats. Our eyes are speaking in the dark

of things we cannot say, cannot ignore.
This is the moment when shadows gather,
shades we inhibit. There are no words, for
this is the center of thunderweather.

Comments

[borg-princess.livejournal.com]

Have to base a short story off it in some way for my creative writing class though and it's giving me hell.

See, I like poetry and song lyrics when I can apply them to fandom and they give me plot bunnies. This one's stirring up some notions in the back of my head, although I'm nowhere near being the prolific writer you are. I like to think of writing fanfic and then letting other people do the hard work while I just read the result of their efforts, lol.

But while I like the idea of writing something based on this, it's tough when you're given no choice about it and you're told you MUST be inspired by it in some way. Hope an idea strikes you soon!

[xfirefly9x.livejournal.com]

But while I like the idea of writing something based on this, it's tough when you're given no choice about it and you're told you MUST be inspired by it in some way.

Yes! That. When it's not for uni I'm fine with that sort of thing for the most part.

Thanks.