Monday, July 30, 2012

Dismal Moon

Inside the light of our mind there are trees, old and blue
where a weeping moon climbs slowly from behind the mountain of my eye
In the evening breeze, the dewberry leaves sparkle as dreary stars enter the sky
Worms as loose as pearls circle around the foot of the mind
I walk through rows of malt and weeds, senses rise to a spirituous hist between the trees

Inside the chapel, the bells are filling with blood
A snake holds his weight in the light of the sky
overexposed, red stigmata riding the ripping tide
Salt bleeds through the wounds, the humble structure penetrates loose

I believe in the tenderness of light made by a candle, the silent
and the strange, the face of the effigy raising towards me
Its arms wide open, abhorring the shade of shameless light inside,
not like the one made by the moon 


Inspired by Shawna's Poetic Words list 
Shared at dVerse Poets on Open Link Night

46 comments:

  1. "Inside the light of our mind there are trees, old and blue" ... Of course there are. This is perfect! :) What a brilliant way to open a poem (or story).

    "I walk through rows of malt and weeds" ... I like. Of course I picture ice cream malts with very long straws and dandelions handing out wishes as you walk by. :)

    "Inside the chapel, the bells are filling with blood" ... Yes. Yes. Yes. I agree wholeheartedly.

    "Salt bleeds" ... It certainly does.

    I would like this added to the Apostle's Creed: "I believe in the tenderness, ... the silent, and the strange."

    "abhorring the shade of shameless light inside,
    not like the one made by the moon" ... Oh, now this is just too sad. And I'd presume the moon would say the same of you, child.

    This is beautiful work, Archna. Thank you.

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    1. Yes, light and old, tall, mythic things swaying in our minds. :) Thanks Shawna for the apple's juice and for the awesome lists too!

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  2. "I believe in the tenderness of light made by a candle"

    I love that.

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  3. Worms as loose as pearls circle around the foot of the mind...nice...i love lines like that...you combine textures really cool...the bells filled with blood...great grit there...that closing stanza is tight as well...

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  4. This poem is full of wonderful images created....they tend to talk much....

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    1. Everything wakes under the moon. Thanks Sreeja!

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  5. Lovely words...I like the contrast of emotions and images from the first stanza against the third stanza like the weeping moon versus tender light of the candle ~

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    1. Thanks Grace. I like the delicate light when the moon begins to wane.

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  6. This poem leaves me in a state of deep contemplativeness, very pensive and reaching. I enjoyed this! Thanks for sharing !

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    1. Hi Randy, thanks for coming by. I'm glad you enjoyed. :)

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  7. Loved the way you played with the words, giving a meaning to every letter ... vividly done ... good work :-)

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    1. Thank you for this lovely comment, Green Speck! :-)

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  8. Great imagery. The snake particularly. So very vivid.

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  9. How wonderful it is to leave this world for a little while and enter the realm of your words. What enticement there is to bask in their arms and relax in a place of dreams.

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    1. Thanks Rob, for sharing the light between the trees. :)

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  10. Wonderful imagery, convoluted and sinister as a snake, light as a midnight candle.

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    1. I'm glad you found the soothing part in it. Thanks for coming by, hope you are well. :)

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  11. Dark with the snakes and bells filled with blood, very vivid imagery and yet, saved by the candle and the light of the moon.
    Lovely :)

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    1. It's funny what extra things come out in variant light.
      :)

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  12. You are a wondrous spell-weaver. I'm so glad you visited for I was lured over to your magical place. I'm glad of it. I'll be back to bathe in the magic.

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    1. Thank you, I'm glad you came by! I may have a bit of moon spell to share. ;-)

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  13. love the pictures you paint with your words...each clearly visible and tactile..my fav was..Worms as loose as pearls circle around the foot of the mind...

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  14. Wonderful imagery, I love it ! :)

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  15. I do love the light of the candle too.. Sometimes, I feel it's like me...

    Wonderful imagery.. and wordplay.. :)

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    1. Leo, I think we can certainly be reflections of the elements, especially light, transparent and dancing. :)

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  16. A bit of grit to the light made for quite the tight write. Say that three times fast, as you give quite the imagery blast.

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    1. After the third time, the light has cast, my head is spinning fast. Thanks for reading, Pat!

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  17. The end verse was like being brought back into the light after a cloying nightmare..as always your imagery is astounding and affecting..I felt in this that you gave voice to the darkness but left us with your own..Jae

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    1. Like a murky trail left behind after waking from a bad dream. I love the way that you read this, Jae. As always, searchingly. :)

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  18. Exceptional imagery! "Inside the chapel, bells are filling with blood." Wow!

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  19. Last line is the clincher...loved it.

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