Tonight's Poet Corner: Carrington
Carrington
by Belinda Roddie
All of the power went out -
grid exploding with sparks, tongues of flame -
except in one city.
One.
A remote little place with two diners, a general store,
and one coffee shop. The rest? Trees and
buried houses among greenery,
with the rare telephone poles to bring them light.
They need to arm themselves,
draw curtains,
erect iron fences.
Because the panic will rise in insectile swarms,
and Carrington will scream
from his telescope.
by Belinda Roddie
All of the power went out -
grid exploding with sparks, tongues of flame -
except in one city.
One.
A remote little place with two diners, a general store,
and one coffee shop. The rest? Trees and
buried houses among greenery,
with the rare telephone poles to bring them light.
They need to arm themselves,
draw curtains,
erect iron fences.
Because the panic will rise in insectile swarms,
and Carrington will scream
from his telescope.
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