Egret From Moon Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Egret From Moon



(i)

Midnight's daylight,
a flashed moon,
bleaches air
into a transparent

standing glass
expanding
in drifts planted across
a garden clearing.

On the waxy table
floated by rays
and beams of light,

shreds from spinning
cotton balls
and downy barbs
and afterfeathers

of moon creep
and flatten out into
a tall-legged bird,
walking slowly

on the light-showered
wall drifting
in the beams and rays
of a crawling moon.

(ii)

The lace pearl bird
from moon's womb
floats on the wall,

bounces back and forth,
hops in sneaked steps,

as a winged breeze
shifts gears to a strong
painter's brush
rising up and down
the wall to spray

the bloated saw-
edged wings of an egret
at takeoff across
a widening sea of my wall,

the egret poised
for a flight over
the rippled drifting
chiffon expanding
its reach
to a focused distant shore.

(iii)

As the air swells
into wing-flapping
puffs and wheezes,

the wind punches
out the egret

floating and hopping
until it drifts off
through the open
balcony door,

takes off with
tumbling
soot clouds from
a fast darkening sky,

as the moon
melts into air,
abandoning

its child, an egret
lost to a wallowing
onyx sky.

Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: home,moon,night
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Felix Bongjoh

Felix Bongjoh

Shisong-Bui, Cameroon
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