“REVENANT” – CHRISTIAN WIMAN She loved the fevered air, the - TopicsExpress



          

“REVENANT” – CHRISTIAN WIMAN She loved the fevered air, the green delirium in the leaves as a late wind whipped and quickened – a storm cloud glut with color like a plum. Nothing could keep her from the fields then, from waiting braced alone in the breaking heat while lightening flared and disappeared around her, thunder rattling the windows. I remember the stories I heard my relatives repeat of how spirits spoke through her clearest words, her sudden eloquent confusion, trapped eyes, the storms she loved because they were not hers: her white face under the unburdening skies upturned to feel the burn that never came: that furious insight and the end of pain. *
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 05:10:17 +0000

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