Mediterranean Fortunes

By Kevin Blankinship

A cold, dry Mistral gallops down the Rhone,
reminding of what Dumas wrote: a count,
falsely accused, rotting between the bricks.
A second squall, the Marin, quickly swallows
Portuguese ships aiming to conquer Goa.
A Tramontane blows like the Gothic horde
that sacked Antioch and Crete, while the sultry
Sirocco heaves reddish dust—Saharan blood rain.

Santorini, that Greek sapphire among white lava,
pressed under plumes of sulfur and ash;
a flurried heap, and then silence. All this, while the
winds blast a hymn of harvested souls, empires
buried by the waves, and fated tempests that drag
down into the labyrinth deep, claiming all theirs.

Kevin Blankinship is a professor of Arabic at Brigham Young University. His essays and poetry have appeared in The Atlantic, The Los Angeles Review of Books, The Times Literary Supplement, Gingerbread House, Blue Unicorn, Wine Cellar Press, and more. Follow him on Twitter @AmericanMaghreb.