This is my response to the latest Random Acts of Poetry at High Callings Blog
http://highcallingblogs.com/blog/rap-coming-home-to-voice/2255/
It's an exercise in taking on another voice, so I am speaking as the Moon.
THE MOON SPEAKS
Moved by the rhythms of my bondage
I twist my face away
Lest you see my frozen tears
Forbidden in waterless wilderness.
Can I sulk across the sky?
The stars do not speak to me
In alien cold glory,
For I lie too close to earth:
The glorious seductress
In dazzling shades of life.
First I look, then turn away.
Yet while I dance my great ambivalence,
There is one from whom my face can never turn,
Glory bright and constant
Whose wonder holds me fast;
Beauty that enthrals me through the singing years.
This I must worship,
Offering my humble rock to light.
They tell me that I shine.
7 comments:
Lynne, so pleased to see your poem! Two lines that captured me especially...
"Can I sulk across the sky?"
and
"They tell me that I shine."
Welcome to our poetry celebration. :)
so good
I like the "alien cold glory" and "lie too close to earth." But most of all, I like the hesitance of that last line:
"They tell me that I shine."
It is rich and suggestive, a bit like the last line in T. S. Eliot's poem Journey of the Magi (http://www.ishk.org/school/poem/poem_013.html): "I should be glad of another death."
I like the "alien cold glory" and "lie too close to earth." But most of all, I like the hesitance of that last line:
"They tell me that I shine."
It is rich and suggestive, a bit like the last line in T. S. Eliot's poem Journey of the Magi (http://www.ishk.org/school/poem/poem_013.html): "I should be glad of another death."
Crud. How did I double post?
"There is one from whom my face can never turn"
..amen to that Lynne!
Apppreciate this blog post
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