In the morning thunder is the message, the godhead spurring

her from sleep, shaking her lucid, demanding her to rise, run,

go to the mountain and request the journey. Return to her

dead family, return to her burned home, return to her friends

echoes, their forms metamorphosed into ghosts. And in the

night, all is silent, the storm having passed, the godhead gone.


And in the longest hours she lingers questioning, where the

lightning came, why it flashed, how it struck her flesh, stole

her comfort, seared her bones, electrified her numb, and why

she answered the thunder’s call, why she ever thought to

trust a god, and its wares, peddling its new lives and journeys

she comes to doubt all things above her, all things bright and

hot and shining. When she sleeps, the godhead comes, and

fills her with truth and gratitude and love and bravery. Years

now, and she has grown. She snaps her fingers and makes

thunder. Never doubts.

A. Marie Kaluza lives in Seattle, WA. Her poems have appeared in Lunaris Review, The Blue Nib, Ampersand Lit, Slink Chunk Press, The Writing Garden, The Stray Branch, Streetcake Mag, and the most recent volume of the LTA Written Word Series, When Time and Space Conspire. She likes social science, Medieval Bestiaries, and puzzles. She dislikes smog, people thinking kelp is a meal, and writing bios.   She blogs at The Larkspur Horne

10 Comments Add yours

  1. Max Meunier says:

    this is wonderful. i really dig your word flow and structuring along with the perspective.


  2. Oloriel says:

    An amazing piece, I love the affirmation and evolution of innocent tragedy into solemn character.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. DeanJean says:

    Fantastic piece and an unexpected way on writing about thunder.


  4. Another fabulous piece A. Marie!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:

    A. Marie Kaluza/Secret First Draft


  6. Ooh this is amazing!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Love snapping her fingers and making thunder. Awesome!

    Liked by 1 person

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