By D.S. Martin It's one thing to describe thunder's grumble to your ear & how the vibration penetrates your ribcage lightning cracking the night wide open the keen downpour on your upturned face & the jitter of a cool trickle down the back of your neck But what of a taste unknown to your hearer like this taste I've tasted & been swallowed by & seen? What of this goodness this sweet savour? D.S. Martin is Poet-in-Residence at McMaster Divinity College, and Series Editor for the Poiema Poetry Series from Cascade Books. He has written five poetry collections including Angelicus (2021), Ampersand (2018) and Conspiracy of Light: Poems Inspired by the Legacy of C. S. Lewis (2013). He and his wife live in Brampton, Ontario; they have two adult sons.
D.S. Martin's other work on Foreshadow: Beginning & Beginning (Poetry, April 2023)
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28/6/2023 04:33:19 pm
I love this poem! The word petrichor—though I delight in its meaning—always disappoints me. Somehow, perhaps by embodying abandon(?), you've more closely named the singular, breathable elixir of healing presence and joy.
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