Under the Stars

A Poem by Zugzwang

This is a practice piece for a course I'm doing- a Ghazal

The night we met, your face eclipsed the moon under the stars;

I feared that you could see my heart’s blood, strewn under the stars.

Dark crows converge, protesting loudly, but God ignores them,

Inanely murmuring towards a spoon, under the stars.

Fluorescent lamplight soaks into the sun-warped road, black tar

Still warm from the onslaught of afternoon, under the stars.

Unhinged dear leaders trade belligerencies while the world

Observes the twitterverse explode too soon, under the stars.

You left, and now we live alone in isolated spheres.

Asleep, we drift through life, are unattuned, under the stars.

The broad Moreton Bay Fig is mother to a multitude;

A living constellation, swaying boon, under the stars.

We turn our backs on mortality’s face, embracing life;

Forlorn, death dreams of darkest honeymoon, under the stars.

A satellite observes us all alike; rotating specks

That live and die as the Earth rounds the sun, under the stars.

© 2017 Zugzwang

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Gaia Octavia

Love it!
Surprise, surprise. I am a sucker for anything that makes me feel the futility of it all; of life, of love, of death. All of it. Even if that wasn't what you intended, I enjoyed it nonetheless. The imagery of your line, "I feared that you could see my heart’s blood, strewn under the stars" is magic. And for me, a terrifying thought.
I remember writing this style of poetry because mine was horrid 🤓

Well done! I eagerly await the next.