|Jacob's Dream by William Blake (c. 1805)|
Gold moon plumps out and waxes into blue
and super and most bloody while it lifts
and ripples wrinkles on old ones' faces.
Each trough holds broken stars and spent seashells
Each cheek a beach to lounge on after love
Each countenance a changing tide of care.
Pendulum moon force! We wrestle with you
all night and day, you Jacob’s ladder for
humans to ascend and slide down again.
But this night a cloud covers and weakens
your glow, and I catch my singular breath
for a span while you pull and push my soul.
And watching your eclipse, I’m an old crone
at river’s edge, skipping one last stone, alone.
For my "Midweek Motif ~ Moon" which will open Wednesday at Poets United. Wednesday will be a super blue full-moon eclipse.
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast