Sometimes...
Sometimes.
Sometimes daylight doesn’t kill the moon.
A splash of hotness crosses skin
Quicksilver cools and
trickles from hip to sheets.
Guilt hangs like the moon.
Comments
So that's what you've been up to while you've been away! ;-) Jolly good to have you back, nice poem - I see we've both been out in the moonlight on this All Hallows Eve. Spooky! xx
And quicker than a cat on a kipper...
Nice poem John - a subtle description of what it feels like to live with guilt - though I wouldn't really know of course, never having had to live with it. I can imagine though...
The quicksilver cooling and trickling to sheets is incredibly subtle - would love to read Cynthia's take on that one :-)
Love the last line - it hangs rather effectively.
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 6th Nov 2010 14:18
There is something other-worldly about the moonwraith in the sky during the day. Its juxtaposition lures limitless ideas; this metaphor of 'guilt' is truly evocative and provoking.
It's really good to have you back.