The Dead Want Their Moon Back

Cherry

By onemorething

Tue, 10 May 2022
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16 comments
 

The toad winked an eye

into the side of his head,

unfurled his tongue

and snatchgulped slippery

the lozenge of a slug.

The darkness said --

do not steal the moon

or the dead will find you 

and fetch it back, 

their pearly stone,

their lifeless rock.

Dew settled upon

the toad's cratered back,

the seas no longer ebbed 

and flowed,

owls were struck dumb. 

I weighed the night

on the scales of absence

until nothing was or

ever could be marvellous

anymore,

I cut the moon

into new quarters, 

I buried the light. 

 

 

Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Karl_Schweninger_(attr)_Luna.jpg

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Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Oh this is just sumptious. Such wonderful words to wrap yourself around and the light...oh the light!

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ah, thank you, am very happy you liked it. :)

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Love this, surreal and dreamy. Really enjoyed, thank you for sharing.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Jane. :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Both other-worldly and mysterious thoughts expressed in this poem Rachel. Very creative.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Jenny :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

This is one of your great painting poems for me. Somehow I feel right with you, or that I am you, alone with the toad, making everything darker and darker

 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Perfect, thanks Di, am glad you felt alongside the toad, was just what I felt writing it. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Well I can't better any of the above comments, especially Di's which is perfect - 'a great painting poem'. Thank you onemorething - please keep on with your great paintings

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you, insert :)

 

Submitted by Ewan on

I shall be disappointed not to see this in your upcoming collection. How is it going?

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ah, well, I am likely to disappoint you! It's finished, a little final editing, dimensions of book agreed, very close.  Mind you, I might be able to convince Renée to squeeze it in...

 

Submitted by marandina on

I was thinking exactly what Ewan said above. Are you sharing some of the poems from your new collection? This one is stunning. Paul :)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

No, these are all poems written well beyond the MS, but I might ask Renée if she could squeeze it into a section. Am very glad you enjoyed my toady moon poem. :)

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Sir Isaac Newton said "the Moon is the only problem that "maketh my head to ache". She dies for two weeks and then lives once more in two in all the splendour of her pale desolate beauty, she is cold and yes, dead.

I would think a slug is a bit big for a toad? Really enjoyed! Bon appetite!

Tom Brown

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading it. And you know, toads enjoy a juicy slug.