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.

◄ Martin

Sometimes (extended rhyming mix) ►


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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.

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 1st Nov 2010 05:43

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

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Sun 31st Oct 2010 21:15

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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