I whispered sweet words to the moon

and the sun glowered red and full of envy

I walked on top of walls, humming forgotten tunes

I had learned when I was young

I craved for ice cream, bought picture postcards

and ran splashing in sand puddles

My oldest thought was “Damn, is this day dying

and it has only just begun?”

‘I must remember to get up early in the morning

and make friends again with that coldest sun’

Melon, aspic and iced water, I made the mistake

of staring back at that old rubber balloon

Bouncing around in the mirror of winter’s cobalt

sky, so high, so blushed, so easy on the eye

My sweet Alexandra, Dianthe, Helene, sirens three

maiden companions, waiting open to the sea

 They escort the swells and their assault upon the

star, carving lovers letters in souls black ebony

The soft, wooly hearth of my true loves heart

so open, raw, o’-red, nestled in our future bed

We just orphans of this love-lost earth, now bridled

by our common lust, inflamed and swollen

Nature’s guardians of our future fate with

words we wrote together in the face of shame

Forgetful of the sadness, anguish, travail

that lovers learn and wear so bravely

Yet we surely the pierced ears bloody of our

current flag, our romance, passions sorbet

Yes, we do not forget our wanton dancing

nor how to laugh symbolic, poetic, carnal, free

I, now a lovers master where Seville oranges,

champagne, sheets fragrant and cotton down

Do tend a narrow garden, wipe out your sorry pain

and the wind gusting covers this captains frown




About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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2 Responses to RED MOON

  1. jessicaphiri says:

    This rivals the song of Solomon! And echoes the book of Ecclesiastes. Youth worn and beheld like an old penny in a lost pocket. I love the use if all five senses and the feeling of walking alone and remembering.

    • edenbray says:

      Thanks again Jessica for your intelligent, balanced, pithy but always generous summarsations – you possess a perceptive eye and a rare gift for critiquing. I am really very lucky to have your input … edenbray

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