Monday, January 11, 2016

Early Evening

There are gardens
on the moon,
bathed in borrowed light.

Below, 
there is Earth,
and you in your kitchen,
boning a chicken.

The chicken awakes here,
stunned and multiplied,
become an eagle.

Look up,
darling of my heart,
preparer of southern concoctions.

You'll see an eagle 
pretending itself bees in profusion,
telling love to the flowers

in gardens 
on the moon.
_____

 

13 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

your intricate mind spilleth forth...

hedgewitch said...

Too good for words. Mine that is--beautiful, Shay.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Beautiful - a lovely conceit, being up there so high in the night.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Sigh. No one writes love poems the way you do. Perfect.

Outlawyer said...

Ah lovely--so sweet and creative. k.

Sioux said...

Love poems pour forth from you like water from a faucet...

Amazing.

N.s.k. warnakulasooriya said...


flourish written
good luck
(imagtalks.blogspot.com)

Mr Puddy said...

"There are gardens
on the moon "
Reminded me for my good old day
when I was a kitten who can roam around @ night.
Now ? ... no more !
5 o'clock, Mommy comes home, and she trapped me with food.
then 7 pm. I'm in bed =^x^=

Sara said...

Lovely...made me sigh, especially the first verse and "bathed in borrowed light.

It took me awhile to get here. Google wasn't happy with me because I haven't been online for awhile. I like the new look:~)

Hope all is well with you!!!

Lynn said...

Gorgeous!

Marian said...

Gorgeous.

Tabitha Bird said...

Lovely as always :)

Lydia said...

Love this, love your poetry, and love you. Have a good break (but don't stay away from your blog for as long as I have, for heavens sake!).