..
give it one second too soon,
a tardy moon,
and there it goes
rising,
drunk on plum skywine
and its own stained song.
we stand dumbstruck and
plucked like hapless
flowers, less
superior towers
than all this light, this bright
winner of crimson canopy.
foreign in its own tight skin,
it begins a
luminous hollow
flight, the fight
for lucid thought amid these
chiseled puzzle clouds.
..
wordled.
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Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
So much love for this:
“it begins a
luminous hollow”
And oh my word, these:
“drunk on plum skywine”
“chiseled puzzle clouds”
Gorgeous!
I like the image of the tardy moon rising drunk on plum skywine. Beautiful!
Jewel Grey is your good friend who posted a link on her site! How about that, old buddy? From the “feckless, reckless” pairing, straight on through the “plum skywine…” and on from there, this is a glorious poem. Thanks, De. Good to read you again! Amy
“foreign in its own tight skin” — I love that line. That and “drunk on plum skywine.” I mostly love the idea of being so awestruck in the face of nature – a common theme in your poetry!
You put the words where they yearn to be in a perfect blend of fun and harmony. I like plum skywine.
Well and poetically wordled!
Delightful. What skillful use of the words.
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Wow! Hope you don’t tire of this exclamation, it’s the first word that hits me after reading so many of your poems. Your talent never ceases to amaze me. Absolutely love how your words shine in I this poem, from title to end. 🙂
Completely Deee-lightful.