8.31.2012

Moon Water


I looked for HER

beneath the whiskered rocks
Floating above the Neon Island--

In the crags of scabby knees below
the steeples sparking boney scaffold--

Where the armor splits and arms
Ripen to sprout more bangled arms--

In the emu down of my bedroom
With hot wax pentagrams and pins--

Where wet weeds part in the sweet whining mud
Mellifluous mer-girl manes--

Where MOON traces her chipped fingernail
across the lake
         it shivers.

M.Roberts 2012


Merry Full Moon, Muffins!

2 comments:

Shell said...

Happy Full Moon to you, as well.

Anishinaabekwe said...

*HER*

Love this poem!

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