You talk about carbon nanosheets,
and how the earth becomes charged
in a storm. All that energy
strains towards the sky.
The lighting has the upper-hand
in the relationship—striking
when and where it pleases.
That’s where the lightning rod comes in.
The sharp edge humans create
in defense, to divert energy
to cold steel.
I don’t know what this means to me,
how it fits in with my life,
until you trace my collarbone
with your finger;
the nearly bare bone
I use to attract the charge,
to protect the hearth.
Its electric arc
the lighting rod that keeps
you away.
3 Comments
July 9, 2009 at 2:24 pm
A stirring poem, MeLaina, sombre and inviting.
The use of “cold steel” took me away from the poem as it is a rather conventional metaphor in an otherwise imaginative setting.
August 7, 2009 at 9:31 am
MeLaina, I absolutely love your writing.
October 19, 2009 at 11:55 am
intelligent poem.especially the use of electric charge from a lightning bolt and combining it with the electric sensation between human bodies.i may be wrong but its related to sexuality right?well written poem!if you could explain the last two lines that would be perfect.i have an explanation but it may be wrong!!keep writing!!