Half Moon(latest revision) by Maureen GlaudeI felt sorry for the moon last night.
Her lover half was missing,
her bright yellow sharply sliced,
left cold
stark pale beside the nebula.
In her craters I saw tears, longed
to reassure her that later in her cycle
she would become whole again.
09/22/2005
Author's Note: Though published already in an Ontario Poetry Society anthology, years ago, this long-ago written poem of mine is still finding new angles. Last night the moon looked like the one in this poem, and as I'd just received a few new critique ideas on it, thought I'd share the latest version. I have enough moon poems for a chapbook m.s. now.
Posted on 09/22/2005 Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
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