The last few posts have been a series of sonnets. Each contains biblical imagery or themes with an inward rather than outward connection. My aim was to give them a dream-like quality. I hope people have enjoyed them or least found them an intriguing diversion.
IV. Standing at an intersection by a sandwich board, a man yells out, “The end is near!” The street goes dark, and then nearby a woman screams while giving birth. It sends me spinning upward; all at once I realize— I’m the scream, exhaling past her teeth and lips, which change to giant worms that seethe and wriggle next to rows of off-white headstones. Overhead, a tree’s canopy fills the sky. The tree’s venation glows blue: lightning tributaries trace its spreading leaves. Luminary fruit globes swell on all the branches. Later, when the wind starts blowing, fruit falls to the dirt in star-fire streaks.