Belladonna Moon

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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16 Responses to Belladonna Moon

  1. qbit says:

    “poised / and poison in her hemlock sky.” — fabulous!

  2. wolfsrosebud says:

    A bit of drama in your words… nice

  3. Misky says:

    Foxglove stares. Wonderful.

  4. Shawna says:

    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.

  5. Jae Rose says:

    A magical and entrancing poem

  6. Waltermarks says:

    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

  7. rothpoetry says:

    I loved the falling stars and the fragile places where we hide our souls…. our poetry for sure!
    Dwight

  8. Ooh this is fun, intriguing us like only dark matter can do. I especially like, “She’s got spies, these night
    -shade stars,”…

  9. Love how this darker side of moon, fabulous play with those plant names.

  10. kim881 says:

    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’.

  11. Just Barry says:

    “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!

  12. lynn__ says:

    I always appreciate your way of enjambment!

  13. Beverly Crawford says:

    What a clever, clever write!! A standing ovation from my corner of the world!

  14. Candy says:

    ‘grab her hem; she’ll lock you in – you clever little poet, you. I love your moon poems!

  15. Singledust says:

    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!

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