Amputated Moon

you stand in the open doorway

the sun rests in the oaks on the horizon

see the song of descent rising from evening’s ground

you have become the night itself

to my eyes blinded by the sun

you are shadow thick and sweet

around you is an aura of stars from early dusk

brighter and brighter they glow

your shadow casts itself in two along the bleached wall

splintered and shattered

the light has split you open

and spills out upon me

Pamela Olson, 10/31/09

Inspired from a scene on “No Country for Old Men”

and a line by Hafiz.

I clothe myself in a cloak

the sea upon my shoulders

wrapped around my back

sand shifts beneath my feet

I have been conquered

turned into the flotsam

floating in chaos

along a northerly current

In the sky rides the sun

touching the waves

painting them with gold

ornaments free for the taking

Join us, join us

cry the waves

release yourself within us—

I have been conquered

Pamela Olson, 10/18/09

For One Single Impression’s

prompt, “conquer”

the talisman hangs at her throat

like a cataract of white water

spilling over the canyon’s lip

drink from it

hold it in your mouth

tight against your palate

listen – it hisses and hums

speaking of miracles

broken rock

flowing water

life

Pamela Olson, 10/13/09

For One Single Impression’s

prompt, “talisman”

Photo link found within the image

this photo was chosen for Google Earth

and was taken in Zion National Park

One of my poems, “Small Bird”, was published in A Handful of Stones.  You can find the poem here on my blog and at A Handful of Stones.

the golden falcon of day

folds her wings

descends:  falling, falling

into the bright-line horizon

night rises swift

all is silent

Pamela Olson, 10/4/09

For One Single Impression’s

prompt, “descent”