Lady moon you are a lamp of darkness,
You cast your shadow on the sunlit earth
Eclipsing spirit, stunting growth, a furnace
Of icy coals destroying heart and hearth.
Blazing sun you are a lord of chaos,
Your music of the spheres a dreadful drum
And screeching strings, and I the tumbrel
Grinding across the cobbles to the thrum
Of heart-stopped beatings and hard boots’ slow stamping
Awaiting for my grinding wheels to halt,
The silence falling when next comes the clicking
Of knitting needles, then the last assault
Upon my neck, that severed from its screaming
Beneath this nothingness of light and sun
Rolls like a blasted moon with head unblinking
Leaving the constellations free to run.
LRH
2.26.06
Wow. Linda, this is amazing. It's so incredibly powerful, I feel like I can hear cymbals crashing as I read it! Most poets writing on this sort of theme would celebrate 'God's gracious milky moon' or 'The fiery chariot in the sky' or some such nonsense - thankyou for refusing to say in the middle of the road.10 from me. Hugs Anna xxx
Wow what a ride! The language is so rich and evocative. A haunting verbal landscape suffused with dark mystery.
just an awesome read...entrancing...balanced and flowing...beauty...
Lady moon you are a lamp of darkness, You cast your shadow on the sunlit earth Eclipsing........ Spot of talent make a great gift of lovable images
You've never just gone and had your head chopped off have you, speaker? Resounding imagery. Rich wording. Masterly metre. And Lind, thanks for all your comments on my writing today. Warm regards and a score of 10 from Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Linda, This is a superb poem. The images classical (almost Elizabethan) but the themes universal and the images powerful and extremely well-wrought. The use of rhyme and meter is impeccable. Wonderfully written. Shalom, Hugh