Possessed
written by: Dah
@dahlusion
A storm of unknown gray
of slippery rain
sliding sideways
in this wintry script
The puddles are reflections
of sorrow
or something more
like punishments
A woman slogs through
the flood
almost stumbling
There’s something animal-heavy
about her presence, about
her suffering
as if she is trying
to escape
The middle of the day
the trees rattle, a stark
eerie noise,
the light has passed on
In her red raincoat,
knee-high boots,
the sight of the woman
sloshing through the puddles
is as if she’s possessed.
The rain thickens,
turning solid, and the woman’s antics
make her look like she’s drowning
DAH is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net nominee, and the author of nine books of poetry. DAH lives in Berkeley, California, where he is working on his tenth poetry collection, while simultaneously working on his first collection of short fiction.
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