Why your fury, sickle-moon?
Why sending steel & not spill silver?
make good as once it was
Why your ruthless voice, dear moon?
I beg you mercy, pledge allegiance
please cease so silently defiant.
my moon, my moon
Why sending steel & not spill silver?
make good as once it was
Why your ruthless voice, dear moon?
I beg you mercy, pledge allegiance
please cease so silently defiant.
my moon, my moon
The darkness knows me better,
bringing breeze from sea
as scent of wood is wild tonight
please let me make my bed
on supple moss,
this night of tears & attar
this night of barefoot walks,
this night of bloom & bruises,
my moon & me
bringing breeze from sea
as scent of wood is wild tonight
please let me make my bed
on supple moss,
this night of tears & attar
this night of barefoot walks,
this night of bloom & bruises,
my moon & me
Spell. New moon.by Nicholas Roerich
Today Paul wants us to write contrapuntal poetry tonight at dVerse. This is a poem that should be possible to read in three ways. Join us when you have managed it… quite tricky.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Delicate crafting of words and images. So lovely.
I admire the layout, Bjorn, and love the ilines:
‘Why sending steel & not spill silver?’
and
‘bringing breeze from sea
as scent of wood is wild tonight’.
There is an eerie sense to this poem as I feel that breeze under my shirt and down the spine. Bringing up steel makes me think of betrayal, but who would have thought the gentle moon capable? And the scent of wild wood adds to the peculiar night.
Oh, that’s very clever. Each poem is lovely, and then together they make a conversation. Smells of moonlight.
I like this phrase: “night of bloom & bruises”
This is stunning work Bjorn!💜 Especially love “bringing breeze from sea as scent of wood is wild tonight.” 😊
The repetition plays out so well!
These 2 complement each other in tone and imagery. It’s a lovely ode to the mooh woven together to mean so much more.
Love the bloom and bruises…like thorns and roses. Also “the darkness knows me better”
I think you did a great job with this Bjorn. It’s not an easy form, really, but it’s worth the effort (but for the damn formatting!) – and I admit, I can’t really choose which I prefer – each has some wonderfully delicious and sensual images, on all sides, and together, as the whole, it adds a completely new dimension and voice.
I’m just going to sit with this and enjoy it – and the moon outside …. for it’s the right time, to just savour all aspects ….
I like that the sickle moon is in a fury then your plea “please cease so silently defiant.” and then the love between you two “my moon, my moon my moon & me” This is so lovely.
It is so picturesque, a painting in words. Beautiful imagery!
Wonderfully done, Bjorn. I love all three readings….most especially when these lines are read together:
“I beg your mercy, pledge allegiance
this night of barefoot walks
please cease so silently defiant
this night of bloom and bruises.”
Wonderful please and exchange of conversation here.
Yes, the moon has been right here, each night after the sun sets, I can see why you call it your own. Thanks for your comment on my site. For some reason I can’t reply?
kaykuala
I beg you mercy, pledge allegiance
please cease so silently defiant.
my moon, my moon
The moon is seen to be so formidable and menacing. Not good for it to harass and provoke
Hank