The Windy Morning, a poem by Eric Robert Nolan at Spillwords.com
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The Windy Morning

The Windy Morning

written by: Eric Robert Nolan

@ericrnolan1

 

The gales cry,
their sounds rise,
so strangely like
the wailing of children.
The gales
have ripped a rift in purgatory.

Along the low hill’s haze
and indistinct palette of grays,
the thinning slate shapes
are either columns of rain,
or a quorum of waifish wraiths.

Condemned but inculpable
are those little figures —
long ago natives maybe — in an ironic,
insufficient sacrament:
this obscuring rain’s
parody of baptism.

If that faultless chorus
should never see heaven,
they will ever be wind without end
their lamentations ever
shrill within rare
arriving spring downpours.
Always will the squall
imprison their calls.

You and I should refrain
any temptation to breach
these palisades of rain —
lest we be greeted by each
iron-colored countenance:
the sorrowing slim nickel
of an infant’s visage,
little boys’ graying faces,
the silvering eyes of the girls.

Eric Robert Nolan

Eric Robert Nolan

Eric Robert Nolan’s debut novel is the postapocalyptic science fiction story, The Dogs Don’t Bark in Brooklyn Any More, published by Dagda Publishing in 2013. His poetry, prose and photography have been featured throughout 35 print or online publications in the United States, Canada, Britain, Germany, Australia and India. Eric’s writing was selected for nine anthologies and one chapbook between 2013 and 2020, by Dagda Publishing, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, Down in the Dirt and Newington Blue Press. His poems and flash fiction were also published in mini-book format in 2017 by Poems-for-All. He was a nominee for the Sundress Publications 2018 Best of the Net Anthology, and Every Writer's Resource named his poem "The Writer" as one of EWR's Best of 2019. Eric is a past editor for the dystopian arts and literature journal, The Bees Are Dead.
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