Most Mad and Moonly

..
She’s craving crescent, effervescent
sliver, silverfish shivered into indigo
sky. She’s carving her full self out of
ivory, dipping low into crimson sea
and wondering how she came to be
quite so
gibbous.

She’s amphibious, breathing strange
in her own bright skin, beginning to
wander deep and just slightly left of
center. She’s longing for the pinprick
of stars, the constellationesque haunt
-ings of
distant things.

Give her a face, the space to move
across this sky without the gossip
prying of telescoping eyes. Give her
her privacy, a dressing room with a
darker scrim. First, give her the naked
ache of sigh.
Hunger. Thirst.

 

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Prompted by Poetic Asides

 

 

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3 Responses to Most Mad and Moonly

  1. Victoria says:

    This is such a gorgeous personification of the moon. So many images that I wish I’d written.

  2. Khaya Ronkainen says:

    Lovely depiction with vivid images!

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