The World of Myth Magazine

There is power in the thunder tonight, kettledrums.
There is thunder in the power,
the power blends white lightening,
flour sifters in masks toss it around.
Rain plunges October night: dancers
crisscross night sky in white gowns.
Tumble, turning, swirling the night away, around
leaves tape-record over, over, then, pound
pound repeat falling to the ground.
Halloween falls to the children’s
knees and imaginations.
Kettledrums.

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