At Antarctica
dawn in middle night
You cannot hold it
still this solar storm
explosions born by extreme winds galloping sky horses
draw carriages ‘long magnetic lanes
accelerate iono spheres sieved through stars
expelled in our atmos
Southern lights hiss and crack
colliding atoms of oxygen nitrogen blues
In my minds ear I hear ululations
of the sudden dead
gyrating congregations of green
banshee scream of spirits cast
from Helios to Hades
Wailing warriors in unresolved battle, arc and flail
Eerie how dead can dance in ceremonial fire
Souls
gone beyond unable to reenter give curtain call
Aurora Australis coronal chilling
where the death breaths go calling
Robynanne Milford
