Sunday 15 January 2012

Phew

The moon’s a cube tonight
- so square I drop back in my
house – terrified by corner, angle!

I have another look outside,
pulling back my floral nets -
thank God the corners have revolved
- the moon become parallelogram,
a few new stars chipped off!

And, as the moon descends,
it turns and squashes
back into that perfect O
I used to know
and sinks, a lonely tear,
down into a slowly rising sea.

4 comments:

  1. I like the imagery and the shapes in this poem. My fave part is the last stanza. It's lovely with soft sounds that fade out :)
    Vickie

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    1. def agree..the last stanza is my fav for sure...it is gentle...

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  2. <3 Beautiful imagery.
    Why is the sea slowly rising? It's the only line that threw me a little, because I could not picture it though I pictures the other parts...

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  3. Totally agree re last stanza... beautiful

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