The harvest moon leers at me with thin eyes and a yellow smile, but
the full moon speaks letters of wisdom and
bounces philosophy off her golden teeth,
which click-clack tip-tap against the
milky way.
Summer truth breaks free and
drifts to the clouds in bubbles of
wisdom --
but you left your
sting in my spring-song, and
I had no wind nor voice to sing me along.
I cried when you licked the sugar
off my spirit, when the earth
spun silently beneath my
feet, when
the sky was a globe,
illuminated with soft breaths and
fogged constellations;
we were once highway children,
sifting between sand and tar,
always wandering and wondering –
ready to fly but
with no golden fruits to speak of –
no silver truth to touch.
**
*
You poured the molten moon
into my outstretched arms,
dripping its marrow between
my barbed lips;
my teeth were yours
when we were wolves,
my voice was yours
when we howled
and when the sky shattered, we
were one.
In a list
A contest entry
- . mental hopscotch . by girl shaman.
2090 points, ended May 26, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PIF......word prompt. by islekine.
625 points, ended July 31, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
Very intriquing take on the prompt
best wishes in the contest..
write on!
-
-
Thank you!
-
-
my my.. i do love the reference to the moon and milky way; in fact the first stanza's were my favorite and i cannot stress enough to other people how much i love unique metaphores and i know you listened to me
-
wow!!! This is beautiful.
-
-
Thank you so much!
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
