Madly

The moon is neither trash nor lady;
she just borrows light, she’s the mirror
both of daylight gold and what is shady.
She’s both silence and the howls
of wolves; she’s more a whore than lady.
The moon is madness and the joy
of learning; she’s what’s given gladly
and a silent thief of parish silver.
She is muse of poems, singing madly
both from battlefields and meadows.
I’m in love with moon. I hate that lady.

Claire de lune by Alphonse Mucha

Claire de lune by Alphonse Mucha

Gillena presents us with the form of the fold at toads. Interesting form, and I approached it much as I would do a sonnet. Hope it works… I will also link up to poetry pantry tomorrow.


February 25, 2017

30 responses to “Madly

  1. I really liked the way you characterized the moon….especially both silence and the howls of wolves. Your poem helps me visualize the moon in a new and unique way!!

  2. Hee hee. I love your version of the moon too. 🙂

    The expression on her face, in the accompanying artwork, is PERFECT.

    This is really an excellent, very cleverly written poem. You’re quite an insightful man.

  3. This is an excellent use of form. Your phrasing is so tight, and the diction and imagery work together to paint a many-angled portrait.

  4. A gorgeous fold, Björn, with contrasts of dark and light. I love the lines:
    ‘She’s both silence and the howls
    of wolves; she’s more a whore than lady’
    and
    ‘She is muse of poems, singing madly
    both from battlefields and meadows;
    And yes, it is a love-hate relationship!

  5. wow…a multifaceted moon…”The moon is madness and the joy
    of learning; she’s what’s given gladly / and a silent thief of parish silver.”…love this…

  6. The two sides of the moon, light and darkness draw us into her allure. She teases our muse with mystical tides. Should I hide or should I dance naked in the madness of light? The moons many phases of delight.

  7. Oh my! This is perfect.
    I have a special affinity to the moon somehow and so, it’s always good to read about the myriad shades, the contrasts and contradictions of that big chunk of beautiful rock in the sky.
    A lovely piece of writing, Bjorn. 🙂
    -HA

  8. I really love the way you approached the form. I read the description of it and wasn’t crazy about it, but your approach… love it.

    And yes, some relationships are a dance between love and hate.

  9. I never thought of the moon as a whore before, but that’s a startling metaphor, for sure!

  10. The moon smokes clouds by the sun’s stricken match
    Stars rush like sparks from her moody bowl of ash
    Some say the sun is vain to admire its own reflection
    at the moon’s nightstand table for so long

  11. I’m in love with moon. I hate that lady.

    How one loves to separate the moon as an entity with what one associates the lady in her (that is carrying the baggage)

    Hank

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