Wednesday, October 31, 2012

That Moon

There was a strange Moon that night
(that night when I was looking for you)
-not even poets would’ve known what to make of it-
red rimmed and pallid
with eyelids of dark clouds, ever blinking
like a giant eye in the sky
as if all the things from beyond
were peeking at Earth
Maybe lovers still exchanged vows
still made promises
by its silver light
seeing only dreams and celestial beauty
oblivious to such alien evil
No ghosts, no witches, no vampires
could scare me-
only the utterly alien cosmos
only the cosmic cold breath
of things unsayable
crushing my bones crushing my soul
watching me watching us
from up there

I was looking for you
my somber, my lost one
and I was alone and I was afraid
under the light of that Moon
I wished
how I wished to be
the squirrel
that squirrel who stole
the last apple from the apple tree


Charles Gramlich said...

Creepy and evocative. The moon as red rimmed. Brought all kinds of visuals to my head.

Geraldine said...

Oh this is wonderful Vesper...soooo evocative, I was drawn in more with every line.

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Geraldine said...

PS: Love the new look here.

Bernard Lee DeLeo said...

You indeed hit all the high points with this one, V. Nicely done.

laughingwolf said...

your hand, in the hand of a loved one, would still that fright....

SzélsőFa said...

aww, how poetic that little frightened soul yearning to be that squirrel carelessly hopping from branch to another.

i loved it.