For the dverse ‘elemental’ prompt.
Stars shine always with primeval brilliance,
falling through pitch dark of carbonised light,
gems shed from the mantle of space. Beams
transpierce clouds lead-heavy and grey,
then all the world dances in the mercurial
glitter of the sun, the silver dusting of the moon.
And oceans of air roll
From pole to pole
Snarling against my ear,
Their twisting currents
Tying me in ropes of noise
And chopping the river
Into a chaos of waves.
Wind sings its songs of arctic cold
And the lost pathways of the seas.
And singing, snatches blossom from the trees
and scatters spring across the muddy ground.
wind whips waves and flames
from pretty entertainments to a torrent of death
silences all sound but its own voice,
bends and breaks trees that scream possessed.
Not earthbound like heaving oceans and ephemeral fires
nor the great stirrings of the earth’s crust that rise from the inner core
wind flails the arms of galaxies and twists the meteor’s fiery tail
rushing through the darkness between spinning tops of planets.
It knows no bounds, no limits,
tells stories we cannot understand
from the confines of the universe.
Dog knows and hears and lifts his nose in trepidation
to smell the million alien smells, the fears and terrors
carried from the dreadful regions of deepest space
and sneezes on the dust of long-dead stars.