smells like fresh cut grass
and the black behind the moon;
if you're on your way to red haired jane,
come soon
come soon.
Red haired jane
knows every nested branch
and how beds and plans get disarranged;
red haired jane knows leaving light and calling jay,
then the rain.
then the rain.
I like the simple ditty that nonetheless carries your usual gritty dark real gravity
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I wrote a "ditty"? Excuse me while i go hang myself.
ReplyDeleteLove how you draw attention to the black behind the moon. So many of us focus stops before it. Great write.
ReplyDeleteThis is like something a wild witch might sing her familiar to sleep with. I am going to go recite it to my falcon( as soon as I get a falcon--)It is magical,Shay, both in sound and in image.
ReplyDelete"leaving light and calling jay"
ReplyDeleteOh, I like that!
Love this!
ReplyDelete"smells like fresh cut grass and the black behind the moon." How do you DO that????!!!! Love "then the rain, then the rain...." Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThis could be a mantra
ReplyDeleteAgain,
ReplyDeleteI came for the photo, but stayed for the "ditty"
The repeated lines give this poem such a wistful quality.
ReplyDeleteLovely, as usual.
I am smitten with Nicole Kidman ... and these lines:
ReplyDelete"and the black behind the moon"
"and how beds and plans get disarranged"
... as well as the name "red-haired Jane." You come up with the best names/descriptions for your characters. How do you do this, time and time again?! Does your creativity well never run dry? Goodness. You are such an impressive poet. Stop making us wait, and post the next one, please.