Fulguriators Poem by Hans Ostrom

Fulguriators



The Etruscans employed fulguriators-
interpreters of lightning strikes.
Jagged, sizzling bolts wrought phrases,
injected warnings, illumined portents,
and brought the heat. And may I say,

what a great job: Critic of Lightning,
fusing and fissioning meteorology,
magic, entertainment,
theology, and serious scholarship.

There had to have been fulguriator
conferences, with newsletters (on
baked tablets)with articles like
"Towards a Theory of Lighting
Semantics, " "The Neglected Importance
of Thunder, " and "'Don't Sit Under
a Tree': Common Mistakes in
Fulguriation." My own

insights into lightning have been
wanting, focused on risk of wildfire,
fear of electrocution, and thoughts
of B-Horror movies. I know
I can do better, like the Etruscans.


hans ostrom

Monday, September 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tamara Beryl Latham 17 September 2019

Bravo! Excellent write.

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James Mclain 16 September 2019

Like you I'm terrified of electricity. You can't taste it only feel it but by then it's to late. James

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