Thursday, May 21, 2015

"O Radiant Dark of Shallow Day"


Are you the Pitch
that chases me down
Intoxicating night

Are you made of Tar
a molten menace of martyr
in a Pilgrims' plight

O Holes in haloed glow
the other side of Man
Lunar eclipse

Am I now Prey
stalked in marshy fear
Fight or Flight

Am I Bound
leaden in black
Blind sighted

O Past the meridian
shrouded We rest
sleeping Tight

The insatiable appetite

Whet by Moon Shine



"The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand."-Frederick L. Knowles




The title of this poem is a fragmented quote extracted from George Elliot (a.k.a. Mary Anne Cross) "The Spanish Gypsy", 1864-1868.

Image taken by Jon Sullivan, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Nov. 2002, "Some sort of moon like thing".

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