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censor
by Kristina Woodhillthey tried to censor the moon again last night
oh, yes,
lilliputian hands pulling with all their might
from the dark side,
demanding equal time;
small-minded feet tromping deep craters
ancestors had carefully mined,
checking for tiniest oozing fissures,
threatening to spread out
over dust and leave uncomfortable
rivulets, seeking the larger ocean's sky;
oh, yes, and indeed,
from my vantage point and bi-glasses view
far, far below,
i saw a kind of grass fire dance along,
soft orange hue a belie of hard intentions,
a book end in search of material to press
or slyly push aside,
a hot patch to blind a cool, all knowing eye,
oh, yes, i felt the sister's jealous stirrings,
gathering dark minions
where the bard's uncontrollable passion
monthly resides 12/21/2010 Posted on 12/21/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/21/10 at 07:30 PM Oh, this is BRILLIANT Kristina!!! The cloud cover never did part enough for me to see it last night. Thanks for this!! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/21/10 at 08:38 PM Weird, wonderful and nothing short of remarkable. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/22/10 at 03:44 AM I agree, just wonderful. Your inspired retelling of the even makes me want to shake off the heavy trance of it all, and leap into a dance. Very cool. Thanks. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/22/10 at 06:04 AM I can think of very few more intriguing first lines than the one you've got here. I don't think there's any way someone could stop themselves from reading the rest, and you don't disappoint. Excellent. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/29/10 at 02:58 PM Well laid out response to the recent eclipse Kristina. And a pallatable diversion from the madness of Christmas, especially those poor souls who had to travel, survive against the wims of winter storms in the eastern U.S. and Canada. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/02/11 at 08:50 PM Amazing! You saw the eclipse? I was fast asleep I am sure. You catch the event in whimsy, fantasy, and awe. Thank you. |
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