…
She makes us swoon, poised
and poison in her hemlock sky.
She’s got spies, these night
-shade stars, sending them
falling, calling each other
into the dark. Did we spark
their conversations with our
foxglove stares? The fragile
lairs where we hide our souls?
Who knows?
The night sky’s waiting. Grab
her hem; she’ll lock you in,
and there’s always another
……………{darker}
side,
just around the bend.
..
Bjorn has us pondering poison over at dVerse Poetics today. Come play!
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“poised / and poison in her hemlock sky.” — fabulous!
A bit of drama in your words… nice
Foxglove stares. Wonderful.
Belladonna (and blood on the moon) always makes me think of Practical Magic. So for me, this piece becomes a story about Nicole Kidman and her Hungarian — that party/dancing scene by the pool, maybe.
I LOVE this section:
“falling, calling each other
into the dark. Did we spark
their conversations with our
foxglove stares? The fragile
lairs where we hide our souls?”
It also makes me think about the sexy sisters — how they call each other across thousands of miles with just a whisper, and the other comes to her immediately.
A magical and entrancing poem
You’ve brought the dark moon to life. I may need to go out and howl at the moon tonight. I think it’s almost dark, lol. Great story
I loved the falling stars and the fragile places where we hide our souls…. our poetry for sure!
Dwight
Ooh this is fun, intriguing us like only dark matter can do. I especially like, “She’s got spies, these night
-shade stars,”…
Love how this darker side of moon, fabulous play with those plant names.
Gorgeous, De, and I love the moon games with words: ‘poised and poison’ and the internal rhyme of ‘falling, calling’ and ‘stares/lairs’. My favourite is:
‘The night sky’s waiting. Grab
her hem; she’ll lock you in’.
“She’s got spies, these night
-shade stars, sending them
falling, calling each other
into the dark. Did we spark
their conversations with our
foxglove stares? The fragile
lairs where we hide our souls?”
I absolutely love these deadly metaphors! Lovely!
I always appreciate your way of enjambment!
What a clever, clever write!! A standing ovation from my corner of the world!
‘grab her hem; she’ll lock you in – you clever little poet, you. I love your moon poems!
casting a spell on those who read, the play of plant names creating a drama all of its own, loved it so much! I wish I was this imaginative!
This poem is a spell!