Moonbeam Seeds

head-on-a-stem.jpg!HalfHDHead On A Stem, ‘noir’ by Odilon Redon, Public Domain, via wikipaintings.org

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He said that’s what they were, but
she didn’t believe him, murmuring
magic beans in her head,

and then one jet-black night she
planted them deep and up up up
stretched that dark stem,

and then a crescent shell, lily white
and curved toward sky, a scythe and
sigh rising. The waxing

ivory bloom balloon swelled and
swayed, and held its silver face
against a spill of stars.

From afar, you can know her glow
to this day, beg her bloomin’
waning heart to stay.

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Written for Toads.

 
 

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4 Responses to Moonbeam Seeds

  1. Susan says:

    Oh! I feel like I was there for the waxing and I am here for the waning and hope of return.

  2. just got this poem in on time, the full eclipse of the moon’s on the horizon – loved it

  3. The sounds are lovely in this one: sky, scythe, sigh, rise. Bloom balloon. Then swelled, swayed, silver, face, spill, stars. As well as the whole final stanza. You have quite the way with sound and rhyme. That is a bizarre pic, and a nice story. I, myself, prefer the moonbeam coreopsis! 🙂

  4. Sara v says:

    What fun, and what a beautiful poem. The title–well, I just had to read this! 🙂

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