look close--
here is your engraved invitation
the Hubble at your disposal.
A long bone
and rose thorn comprise my stylus--
the blasted dust of the moon we thought so lovely
is wounded into an imago
a blighted imbecile twin,
love lost and lunatic.
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for Quadrille Monday "Engrave Your Name Across My Heart"
Image: from the excellent indie film Another Earth
Music: Til Tuesday The Other End (Of the Telescope)
You raise poetry to a whole other level. Gobsmacked at how amazing this poem is.
ReplyDeletefresh! loved.
ReplyDeleteThe moon and lunatic always seem to intersect in poetry and perhaps the perceived alter self. Always interesting to read where your mind travels its unique.
ReplyDeleteI like the wordplay in the title of your quadrille, Shay, and love your take on the prompt, especially the ‘blasted dust of the moon…wounded into an imago’ and the ‘blighted imbecile twin’. No wonder we are mad about the moon.
ReplyDelete"... wounded into an imago ..." My favourite line and so true.
ReplyDeleteWow! This feels like a meditation on disillusionment, what we once romanticized is flawed, damaged ~ a gob-smacked reckoning with reality.
ReplyDeleteThis is how love really feels after the passion has settled, the images and the memory is what remains.
ReplyDeleteImmeasurable, the madness and disillusionment, yet it's "engraved" this passion, "wounded into an imago." This is what a stylus of "bone" and "rose thorn" pens, and you do it with painful precision.
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