last call for a wayward moon

Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start…
– The Sound of Music

Closing time, every new beginning
comes from some other beginning’s end.
– Semisonic


she orders a whiskey, neat
(there’s enough that’s on the rocks)
and floats alone on an ebony sky,
a wry smile golden smudge.

the stars don’t budge
(too much is broken)

but there’s an unspoken sigh
as Orion belts out the blues.

In November, we poem. Happy Day 1, all.

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6 Responses to last call for a wayward moon

  1. Shawna says:

    I love the whiskey starter and the fact that this … “and floats alone on an ebony sky” … makes me imagine her reflection bouncing on a lake in the center of a swim tube.

  2. Shawna says:

    The whole blues dive bar setting is inviting too — though it could be an outdoor band. I like that one person’s last call could be another’s first drink — that notion of dancing perspectives.

    • whimsygizmo says:

      A very long-ago bestie and I used to call those minutes before and after last call “the witching hour.” I liked the idea of the moon dancing by herself after one too many whiskies. Maybe she’s a fangirl waiting for Orion to finally get off work, sans his roadies, to take her elsewhere for one last flirty drink.

  3. Ron. says:

    And we’re off!!!

  4. Marie Elena says:

    Your word-play ability blows me away, always! This one is packed, and full of mood and imagery. WOW!

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