How to Fix the Moon

Don’t look at her
too soon; she’s busted right
clean through, shaved sharp
by time and tide
and tumbled sea.

Give her a few days,
a phase, a bit of wax
-ing and waning, some star-
struck complaining about
the way her face gets
erased as the sky stumbles

Let her hide her dark
-er side, let her ride
all this ebony indigo, flow
as she may.

Keep her in your prayers,
your plans,
your pocket.

Close her in your own broken
song; that’s where
her charm
is found.

Just wait awhile,
she’ll come back ’round.



Prompted by Poetic Asides.

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4 Responses to How to Fix the Moon

  1. Perfect! Love your closing…brilliant. ♥

  2. I’m guessing the “fix” part is meant as how to get her to sit still and get a good read on her. The ending is, yes, so true. This is a good guide, though, as to how to get a fix on any woman!

  3. peach blossom moth says:

    “the way her face gets
    erased as the sky stumbles” … Gorgeous.

    Man, that first line is perfect. Love the third and fourth stanzas, especially.

    Methinks you’re writing about me. 😉

  4. Your imagery sings in this one, De. Unique and clever!

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