Bold as Love
The dark lid pearls out,
Pebbled puddles,
Blowing down, to drown themselves;
Bold as Love...It scribbles and scrawls the window panes,
Braiding an immaculate twine,
To tie up the old and dirty sins,
Of Man...The Raven-dark cotton rumbles,
Its murderous howl,
And burns silver blinding,
To crash down a burnt-out horizon...Oh! Thunder-churned, I am prickled...
And left to the rapture of standing,
Filled to a flutter, and cannon-clapped,
Birthed new: Bold as Love.
- Alison Zacharia