LunaA Poem by spider
Since it was
Sunday in late December
the sun perched
softly behind a dark
swirl - and the
distant dust
turned the last
ray from red to pink
well before the
dainty fingers
of her small hands
could count to six
The tide was
ebbing but left lopsided
lines of
foam-beige brine surrounding
crooked batons of
driftwood settling
for the evening - in
wait of the dawn’s
salty brush and
the mermaid’s call
that only the
mullet could hear
Sandpipers skipped
across the scrawls
where some
spirited soul had neatly
spelled the name
Luna and etched
a lazy heart in
the sand
made barely
legible by the suckle
of less than a
half moon of sweet Gruyere
Holiday lamps from
the shops in the village,
baptized by a
light steam, lifted green and blue
watermarks off the
horizon toward the mangroves
and left markings
of indelible ink where crow’s feet
tried to sleep and
halfhearted whelk
nestled as salt in
recesses of aged eyes
The scent of the
sea was mild
Then again just
the thing to suit
The keenness of
the cilia that lined
the inside of the
only nostril that still behaved.
And though the
Mumps had left one ear utterly deaf
I observed the
pelican call
This was neither
the place nor time to breathe meekly.
A wordless titter
throttled my throat
and I asked myself
how life might be sounder
Her lily white
hand, half covered in sand
touched the truss
in my mind.
Smiling out loud
my deaf ear could hear
her juddering
blood - for she was totally (and wonderfully) blind
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2 Reviews Added on December 31, 2012 Last Updated on December 31, 2012 Tags: love, inspiration, nature AuthorspiderBelize City, BelizeAboutA retired Foreign Service Officer and author, I started writing poetry in 2008. Currently, I work and write in Belize City, Belize, CA more..Writing
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