Ben Gieske

That Fellow Moon (Ghazal) - Poem by Ben Gieske

When I first saw you, I felt a hello-moon,
Like I was phasing into a tallow moon,

Sitting in a chair/hands moving/crocheting,
And I longed only for your allow-me moon.

A sweater, scarf – I really didn’t notice.
My eyes were still hazy with a sallow moon.

Watching your fingers back and forth back and forth.
My swaying and shimmering with a jello-moon,

Wanting to learn the warp of your creating,
Caught up in the glowing of a halo-moon.

Teach me teach me how your Christmas fingers fly.
I’m ripe for learning/spring in this fallow moon.

Drawn into your eyes I feel their allure.
Ben, said I, it’s time/forget that fellow moon.

- Oct.26,2007

This was published online by The Ghazal Page in April,2008.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 1, 2009

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