Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Owls





When the black-barked night trees
Withdraw their arms
Into themselves,
Like monks in concealing sleeves,

I know then,
That you have loved the Moon.

There are five owls,
One for each hour
From midnight until dawn;
And each has her special care--
Your face,
Your lips,
Your hair,
Your hips,
Your heart.

Lacking branch, my owls occupy brevity.
One note only do they speak--
Moon, moon, is what those traitors say,
Five pretty purveyors
Of perfidy.


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9 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

okay, i had to google perfidy. :) you know i'm not that smart! or WISE like an owl!

hedgewitch said...

An aura of the supernatural swallows this whole-the mystery and the sense of something watching is strong--yet what is being scrutinized is open enough..a heart on the table, laying in a shaft of moonlight. One of your loveliest, Shay.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This has a wonderful, almost spooky quality to it. I loved it , and also had to look up what perfidy meant. See, I've watched far too much television. Read this into Soundcloud too, I love your reading voice.

Sioux said...

I agree with Buddah about your voice. I tried to leave a comment on your last post, but could not. (Perhaps the fact that I kept clicking onto "comment" impatiently had something to do with the problem?) I loved hearing the pauses as you read--those pauses that writers "write" into their poems...

The first six lines were especially gorgeous. (And anyone can be a redhead...but it's the hardest color to keep ;)

HermanTurnip said...

M-O-O-N....that spells "owl"!

Here's hoping those owls haven't been sniffing bath salts.

Daryl Edelstein said...

I am so glad you can write again, because sadly I cant listen to your readings .. firewall crapola .. xo

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is one of my favorites of yours. The trees like monks, the owls and "Moon, moon." Beautiful.

my heart's love songs said...

ok, was there a voice recording of this that's missing now? i wanna hear it too! {she whines}

this is a favorite, for sure! {the fact that each new one i read becomes my current favorite does not lessen my love for the others.}

i seriously don't think i'll ever write again.... i'll just put up a post directing everyone here....

Mama Zen said...

Oh, hell. This is just brilliant, Shay. This is everything that I have missed about your poetry.