Tuesday Poem: The Reluctant Moon
The Reluctant Moon
The old moon is careful
peering over the dark rim of the hill
edging out of cover
into the open sky
the pale, cratered disc exposed
to the prurient eye of the telescope.
I too have secrets -
damage I would not display
for close inspection.
A life blown across my face
by solar wind
scored, to the bedrock.
I am past the full now
thinning to the last quarter
Earth’s pull
is relentless
dragging us through
all our phases
solitary - naked as the moon
hallucinating in its aura of vapour.
Kathleen Jones
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The old moon is careful
peering over the dark rim of the hill
edging out of cover
into the open sky
the pale, cratered disc exposed
to the prurient eye of the telescope.
I too have secrets -
damage I would not display
for close inspection.
A life blown across my face
by solar wind
scored, to the bedrock.
I am past the full now
thinning to the last quarter
Earth’s pull
is relentless
dragging us through
all our phases
solitary - naked as the moon
hallucinating in its aura of vapour.
Kathleen Jones
For more poetry please go to the Tuesday Poem blog by clicking on the link.
Perhaps it is my mood but I love the melancholy of this poem. It speaks to me today.
ReplyDeleteYes, I wondered if it was too melancholy - I was thinking about how exposed and vulnerable we all are, and 'each alone' as Virginia Woolf observed in To The Lighthouse.
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely poem, although it makes me feel a little guilty as well, having been behind the eyepiece of the "prurient eye of the telescope" from time to time. What a great image that is!
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