Posts Tagged ‘moon’

Where once was sighing-

the great cave opening

to a three-quarter moon;

white stalactites and stalagmites

shaped like gravestones;

a pink worm

pressed to the cave floor,

hiding its red underbelly;

air escaping in a hollow hiss-

now

the dark round emptiness of

it remains, and

the cave walls are close

but not touching,

and there is

no movement.

By the light of the full moon

something in me twists

and surges from bottom of feet

to skull,

pounding for release.

By pale light of day

I am shut in this blue-walled cage,

isolated.

And something pounds, claws,

beats tiny, scaly fists

against my forehead; and

something drooling and yellow-eyed

thrums and growls within my chest.

 

There are people who swallow

colonies of liquid in bottles,

who breathe in ash

and press their eyelids against

their pus-colored rotting fingertips,

but not me. These people take in new monsters.

I already have enough monsters in me.

I don’t need this world to put more in.

At this moment

snow is falling,

coating spruce trees

in a down of crystals.

There shall be a time

when they fall with great age,

or are plucked from the earth

to make room for progress

and its silver cables.

There shall be a time

when the moon pulls off her mask

and becomes a droplet of blood-

the doom ruby, shining in the sky.

There shall be a time

when heaven spits upon the Earth,

and the creatures flee,

but Man is caught in the fire.

Until that time I will open my mouth,

let snowflakes fall in, an angel within each,

and taste my childhood.

Black night cracks its whip at its end,

daylight purges the sky

of the trickery of stars, the morose shadow

blooming over clouds and over the moon,

a false, wilting rose.

Sounds take root and rise as dawn washes a mauve wave

over hilltops and baselines of trees.

 

Persistent footsteps at the base of my skull

vanish. Knockings from outside disappear.

Gone are the thieves,

who misted into my house, under my door.

Gone are their twisted knives,

caked with old, brown dried blood–

black clothes spattered with old business.

Gone is the trance

night puts me under. It suggests I’m not alone

in my own home. I’m blind so

I cannot disagree.

Gone are the tricks

I fall for each night.

I once believed there were monsters,

I now think there are thieves.

 

Under flashes of sun

we see what is real.

When night falls,

we cannot even trust what we feel.

My midnight is not black.

It is dark blue–

darkest blue, heart of the ocean.

It enfolds me.

I am robed in this shadowless

cover. We have made a covenant.

This moonless dark blue

holds me like a mother holds her child.

My nostrils prickle with scent of earth.

This is

what only I can perceive.

This sheath of dark water,

solid as air,

I move through it like cloth.

It wraps me,

claims me.

I cannot tell if my eyes are open.

It whispers they’re not.

It doesn’t matter.

Night has taken over me.

What torments You?

Your pincers are twitching

abnormally.

You see, we are born

to combat like this.

You shrink at Dawn,

I recede at Dusk.

What torments You?

Is it the sea

sweeping up against your legs?

But that’s Your home.

It should worry me, not You.

Is it this shadow?

this moonless dark

that I create?

We are of the same size.

I cannot overshadow you-

your eyes wriggle

at level with my mane.

I would not wish to harm you

Or is it I?

You want me to understand,

but we are so different-

blood-colored

and amber,

diffusing in the sunset

only for you to glow,

in Your pale nocturnal spotlight,

like a star upon the sand.

I am a beast.

As are You.

Do not focus solely

on our differences.

We cannot fully

comprehend one another,

but I do not cease trying.

What torments You?

Is it all those eyes

raised to You?

All the things You must do?

You must keep up appearances–

hide the scratches on your shell,

keep your eyes earnest, open

and unassuming.

Your life was so placid,

so benignly deluded,

you were not woken.

Until that day.

When the Lion

pounced on the Crab,

and the Crab’s gurgle for assistance

was promptly answered

by the fearsome Bear.

And in the ensuing battle,

You scuttled away

for fear of being crushed,

when I had already

splintered your shell

by sheer weight

and want.

Meeting Place

Posted: November 9, 2013 in Love Poems, Poetry
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Can we meet

in that stretch between trees

and fields of wheat and wildflowers?

Where ghosts dance by the moon’s ascension,

and shadows play across the humped hills.

Where lights glide along

the sun’s path,

and voices dissolve, and music abides.

Can we meet here,

touch here,

where no one can see us

when the pearly shell of the moon closes

and we are just two living souls

in a world of racing shadows.