This is my response to the latest Random Acts of Poetry at High Callings Blog
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.