The Magnetic Girl Poem by David Lewis Paget

The Magnetic Girl



Who would have thought the storm would come
So soon, from a pale blue sky,
When the weather man said, ‘Fine til noon,
And the afternoon, quite dry.'
But moisture fell in a feathery squall
On the morning of that day,
Blown from the top of an anvil cloud
Some twenty miles away.

By two o'clock, the cumulonimbus
Cloud had drifted in,
Its anvil top like a dreadful shroud
As black as the darkest sin,
And lightning crackled within that cloud
Before it was given birth,
And loosed in chains with the driving rains
As it found its way to earth.

We pulled the blanket off the beach
And we closed the hamper top,
As the wind picked the umbrella up
And bowled it, til it dropped,
While Helen stood with her hands on hips,
Stared balefully at the sky,
‘Thanks, you ruined our picnic,
With never a warning, why? '

As if in answer to Helen's taunt
The lightning struck her tongue,
Her face lit up in a brilliant glow
As bright as the morning sun,
She stood for a moment, paralysed
Then she toppled onto her face,
I'd never seen anyone crash to earth
Face down, with such little grace.

I rolled her over the sand, face up
And I gave her mouth to mouth,
Her head was facing magnetic north
And her feet were pointing south,
Her lips were black as the weirdest Goth
And her cheeks were pale and white,
I managed to get her breathing then
But something wasn't right.

She stared at me with her purple eyes
That before, I'm sure were blue,
And lightning sparked in her retina
As she said, ‘Thank God for you! '
She wouldn't go to the hospital,
She staggered back to the car,
And said, ‘I'm needing a drink, for sure,
Let's find the nearest bar.'

I took her home in an hour or two
And I put her straight to bed,
She said her stomach was rumbling,
There was lightning in her head,
She slept right though to the early hours
And got up before the dawn,
She stood and stared out the window, then,
‘I think I've just been born! '

I heard her go to the kitchen then,
Where she said that coffee called,
Then heard the clatter of cutlery
Went down, and was appalled,
For spoons were sliding along the bench
Each time that she waved her hand,
When the coffee pot spun off its top
She said, ‘Now ain't this grand! '

‘That lightning's made you magnetic,
I don't know what we're going to do,
For all things loose and metallic now
Are turning to follow you.'
I called a friend who was trained in this,
I thought he was more than wise,
‘We'll have to construct a Growler, but
It has to be oversize.'

A Growler's simply an A/C coil
That you drop the magnet in,
It only takes a moment or so
To reverse that power within,
It took him over a day to make,
We stood her inside the coil,
I turned my back when he switched it on
And listened to Midnight Oil.

She blew every circuit in that thing
The coil was glowing red,
And lightning was flashing in her eyes
While thunder burst from her head,
She was twice as strong as she'd been before
And everything metal stuck,
We peeled the spanners off at the door
While Helen just ran amuck.

She went to live on a mountain top
Away from the bustle and pace
She said she couldn't come back to me,
Nor even the human race,
There's nothing metallic up there, she says
So lives up close to the sky,
And hopes to be struck by lightning, once,
She says that it's worth a try!

5 December 2014

Thursday, December 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elena Sandu 05 December 2014

Brilliant, excellent, beautiful and wise poem, unique! Thank you, you made my day with one of the best read!

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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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