beg and bartered glow

open sesame

that moon, she’s posing
as a bowl of milk, the open
-ing rind of a sweet can’t
-aloupe, arresting of tongue
but stilted and squat
in its own lack of light.

familiar, this.

mercy flowing, served up
among the indelicate scattered
moss of stars, Orion in a
wheelchair and all those sisters
(shaped like who knows
what – a ram? a rooster? a stone?)

pushing him along, belt
-less
but belting out
Ave Maria as if all
this ebony abyss depends
on each dark note.

 

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Quickly‘s back! And she’s got prompts! 😉

 

 

 

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7 Responses to beg and bartered glow

  1. DELL CLOVER says:

    You’re just too good–dang!

  2. Shawna says:

    I love these:
    the moon doing yoga in the opening
    the sweet “can’t elope” and the “loopy arresting of tongue”
    “among the indelicate scattered”
    “Orion in a wheelchair”
    “as if all this ebony abyss depends on each dark note”
    “familiar THIS” as a comeback

  3. Marian Veverka says:

    What an opening!

  4. What a strange scene! But the images are alive – Orion in a wheelchair? I fear the ebony abyss!

  5. Marie Elena says:

    Ohmigosh. Your brilliance knows no bounds. The images, the wordplay, the concepts … whoa!

  6. Candy says:

    Orion in a wheel chair and being pushed by the sisters no less. I love it. Think I’ll go outside and check out the night sky 🙂

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