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Lemon in the Sky

by Julie Adams

The moon is a wedge of lemon
on the rim of our vacuous universe

it's citrus light an ice sickel
against the Johnny Black night

pucker those lips, taste
the sweet and sour moonlight

after throwing Johnny back, feel
the burning darkness inside

then a wedge, one bite
is all you need; is everything


Author's Note: The moon is ever my muse.

Posted on 02/04/2016
Copyright © 2021 Julie Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 02/07/16 at 01:03 PM

WHOAH! The icy blade that cuts deep here is that the muse may not be the moon, but the ho-hum, dark, euphoria produced by the red and black smack Johnny's pimping. I fancy the moon, and I know its gravity on stability. But the sour taste isn't everything, its the only thing. Nice poem it hit home!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/08/16 at 02:02 AM

Really enjoy the phrasing in this, that first stanza such a fine image. Sweet and sour, surely everything we need. Thanks for this unique piece.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/18/16 at 06:23 PM

Good to see this as POTD!

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