And the Moon Was the Color of a Wine Stain

 

A fragile moon rejects the night

Words retreat like fallen soldiers

Stillness impels the stale air

Silhouettes the soul against the heart

 

And the moon was the color of a wine stain

Red of the sky tinges the blue

The Earth, the heat, and the burning sorrow,

Incessant ramblings like nails on chalkboard

 

I feel myself silently awakened

By thin dreams and whiskey filled illusions

Punch-drunk and thoroughly befuddled

As is the way I approach each day

 

My own shadow becomes a stranger

The smell of past transgressions

Lingers in the air, as the morning

Is stirred from its slumber

 

And we both stumble, the moon and I

To a bright apex

Until again retreating, and hiding from

The night

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

This stirs so much inside me.. It's like walking in the grey area between the light and dark of life.. The moon feeds us the energy and yet somehow this person feels forgotten..shielded...
I love the "silently awakened" with the help of thin dreams and whiskey..dropping all inhibitions of self.. Leaving it wide open to stumble forward with the moon still... both hiding from the night...hmmm.. I think I like this..allot;) xx Going through life with a shadow stranger ...walking the walk and waiting for that something that will take you away...xx

[Audrey Howitt]

Wonderful use of image here and such beautiful flow of line. From what little I have read of your work, you have a real gift for both flow and image. Masterfully done!