The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #56732 Message #935216
Posted By: Mudlark
17-Apr-03 - 01:38 AM
Thread Name: Mudcat Poetry Corner
Subject: RE: Mudcat Poetry Corner
Thanks for all submissions...not surprising that Mudcatters are good poets. Here's one of mine
OLD MOON
The moon, squashed and misshapen
Rises above a jumble of pickup sticks--
Crossed contrails in the night sky.
No slim crescent this, its void a
Future contract, its open circle
So suggestive of possibilities, fulfillment.
Neither has it the lush ripeness
Of the full moon, clearly at the top
Of her game, all promises granted.
No, gravity has had it's way with
This moon, blowsy now and bulging,
Firm contours gone, symmetry erased.
How could it come to this, the moon
Asks, gazing sadly into some puddle or
Sylvan pond, in just four short days?
Like some earthly body she is shocked
At the disparity between mirror and
Inner eye, an unwilling shape-shifter.
She wraps herself in veils of cloud
And climbs high into the sky, knowing
The kindness of distance, and waits for day.