Amputated Moon

sun obscured

clouds gather

sky torn between gray

and blue

wind blows

temperature drops

seasons change

still—

the shadowy summer

rises from earth

she flirts with the blushing sun

the temperature rises

the young lovers embrace

life and love are born

Pamela Olson, 6/22/08

This poem was written for

Rick Mobbs’ painting, “The Kiss”

at Mine Enemy Grows Older.

After teal has faded into purple,

            after stars begin their journey;

            the first step is taken simply— adagio sostenuto.

The light is simple and open as the moon rises.

Softly, softly moon lifts her voice;

            melody rising and falling on the breeze.

            Above the hills she sings her crescendo,

falling lower as clouds pass over her.

At evening’s apex her aria builds,

            a strength of light borrowed by the sun;

            then, diminished, she begins her westward fall.

Slowly, slowly she dawdles in her descent.

She resists the end of her song

            striking notes out of key.

            Then, resigned to the end, she slides and slides;

slipping across the horizon with a whisper.

The music fades away.

Pamela Olson, 6/22/08

This poem is posted in response to the prompt

“melody” at One Single Impression