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?
underworld, colonnade, seethe, crescent, faint,
sunshine, east, brooding foolish, silver
sunshine, east, brooding foolish, silver
Fantastic, Susie. I especially admire the lines about the crows.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely stunning, Susie!💝 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!💝
ReplyDeleteInsomnia 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.
ReplyDeleteYour write is indeed stunning Susie.
Anna :o]
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.
ReplyDeleteWOW! 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.
ReplyDeleteNot every soul can feel poetry nor lips speak its language,
ReplyDeleteyet I bait night with verses trying to fill empty with words.
- Oh I so relate to and love this!
I can't decide on a favourite line. They're all brilliant.
ReplyDeletei love the imagery in the poem. you make the moon look so devilish.
ReplyDeletei like the structure of the poem, the long lines are a delight to read (and also make one breathless). :)
I'm right there with you, Sister Insomniac!
ReplyDeleteSusie, 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?"
ReplyDeleteI 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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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.
ReplyDeleteWow! such a great write!
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