Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Baiting Moonlight

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There’s more devil in a brooding silver crescent moon
than an unseen underworld that plays its demon drum
to panic my insomnia.

Moonlight writes its play in shadows and I chase whispers
hoping it is a lover’s spell breaking the lock of my melancholy.  

Not every soul can feel poetry nor lips speak its language,
yet I bait night with verses trying to fill empty with words.

I am ink and a murder of crows trying to peck sunlight
into nightmares the moon walks across my eyelids.

Where is love, the heart shaped wishes planted in Luna’s wink?


Written from Skylover's word list:
underworld, colonnade, seethe, crescent, faint,
sunshine, east, brooding foolish, silver

13 comments:

  1. Fantastic, Susie. I especially admire the lines about the crows.

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  2. I love the opening! That there is more devil in that sliver of moon than in all the underworld below, perhaps it is because the sliver is enough to light up the darkness and keep one awake. I too bait the night, especially when I'm fishing for words.

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  3. This is absolutely stunning, Susie!๐Ÿ’ I especially love; "Not every soul can feel poetry nor lips speak its language,yet I bait night with verses trying to fill empty with words." Woww!๐Ÿ’

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  4. Insomnia is night's devil, where seconds last hours as the clock slithers to an almost halt, to the point where ones mind aches with emptiness and all thoughts (in trying to fill it) bring lost hope.
    Your write is indeed stunning Susie.
    Anna :o]

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  5. OMGoddess, this is wonderful! I just suggested that someone on Insta who was complaining of insomnia might 'Get up and write'. Clearly, you did – and with what fabulous results. Almost makes me think insomnia a good thing.

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  6. WOW! I'm moonstruck. Wish I thought of this: I am ink and a murder of crows trying to peck sunlight into nightmares the moon walks across my eyelids.

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  7. Not every soul can feel poetry nor lips speak its language,
    yet I bait night with verses trying to fill empty with words.
    - Oh I so relate to and love this!

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  8. I can't decide on a favourite line. They're all brilliant.

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  9. i love the imagery in the poem. you make the moon look so devilish.
    i like the structure of the poem, the long lines are a delight to read (and also make one breathless). :)

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  10. I'm right there with you, Sister Insomniac!

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  11. Susie, I wish I could write like this. I can think this way but can't get it I to writable let alone readable form. My favorite verse would be, "Where is love, the heart shaped wishes planted in Luna’s wink?"
    I am thinking you might have the key to understanding the cow jumped poem for children, which was modified to keep the children shielded from adult presentations.
    ..

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  12. Luna is such a tease isn't she? If you are in love trust no-one as the one you fancy must not be sidetracked with the moon's wink or the sun's beams but only your touch, your eyes and your kiss.

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