Monday, December 26, 2011

The Constancy Of The Moon

Christmas bells rang my head--
to,
fro,
or maybe it was just the Colt 45.

The moon used to cradle me in her curve while I slept--
she always whispered,
"Little girl,
take this silver dollar
and buy a ticket home to me."

Texas Jim rang my head--
to,
fro,
or maybe it was just the December wind.

I would leave here, head south,
if only I could stand up.

The moon used to cradle me in her curve while I slept--
she always whispered,
"Little girl,
take this silver dollar
and buy a ticket home to me."

Christmas bells ring my head--
to,
fro,
echoing in the alley between the churches--
I would come to Jesus
sure enough,
if only I could stand up.
_____

for Real Toads OLM

20 comments:

Sioux said...

I love the repetition in this poem. The "trick" you played (at least on me) as I expected "valley" and got "alley" instead.

It's nice that you're back to cracking the whip with those spirits of yours.

Laurie Kolp said...

I, too, like the repitition. I hope you are having a great holiday, Shay!

hedgewitch said...

This has a tiny twist of coal black floating in the mixer--just enough to keep it real--I've always thought that line about the moon being inconstant was hooey--she changes expressions but never her self--she fades and dwindles but she always comes back. Much more subtle and authentic than always being shiny and hot. A fine sad note ringing out here, to and fro.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The end of a year requires one to see beyond the festivities to the fact that a new year is about to make its demands - no wonder the speaker longs for the promises of the past and suffers the ennui of present.

Daryl Edelstein said...

memories or nightmares from the past...

Heaven said...

Effective use of repetition...I like the poignancy "if only I could stand up"

Brian Miller said...

nice...love the refrain shay...cradled in the moon sounds like a lovely place to be...and love her beckon as well...feels a bit sombre....

Abin Chakraborty said...

chilling stuff.esp the colt.45.loved the to and fro swing.brilliant again.

Kay L. Davies said...

A standing ovation for the repeated line "if only I could stand up"!

Mama Zen said...

Damn, this is cool! Lonely, earthy . . . I love it!

Mary said...

So much of life would change if only we would ignore

"If only."

Well written, thought - provoking poem.

Ostensible Truth said...

great write here! I love the repeated stanza - "
The moon used to cradle me in her curve while I slept--
she always whispered,
"Little girl,
take this silver dollar
and buy a ticket home to me."

it's poignant - but powerful and emancipatory and free in a way too - nice!

Cloudia said...

you are a true poet, Shay



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TALON said...

The last stanza is...well, it's perfect, Shay.

Hope your Christmas was extra merry for both you and Bosco.

Marion said...

I love the Moonlady and reading this was like a soothing lullaby to her. Thank you for sharing your words, Shay. It is no small thing. xo

Marian said...

gosh, that photo took me straight to Georges Melies (and the book The Invention of Hugo Cabret) and rooted me in a particular space to receive these words. whoosh.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful , both poem and image.

Lolamouse said...

Church, Jesus, the moon, drink-everyone's looking for something to come home to. Poignant write, Shay.

myheartslovesongs said...

"I would come to Jesus
sure enough,
if only I could stand up."

you'd think Jesus would go to those who can't stand up.

great song, too.

Helen said...

Fascinating how the image, music and your poem worked in tandem ... yes, another gem.