Nights of no moon

One of the poems I wrote for the Ekphrastic challenge and forgot to send it. The painting is by Cristobal Rojas.

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Nights of no moon


Nights of no moon,

it’s easy to hear the voices.

When the wind winds rags of dying sun

among black branches,

we hear the hiss of flames.


We share the fear of darkness,

wear the same chains

of upbringing and blindness.

Our eyes pits of obscurity,

desires crass mediocrity,

hands full of futilities

grasping for more.


We look for salvation

in hypotheses,

in the flight of angels.


Nights of no moon,

an owl passes on silent wings,

feathered in forest fronds,

all-seeing—eyes deep and dark

as the night

when there is no moon.



Seeds of spring

The Oracle is in close touch with one of the characters in my WIP.


Come, cloud,

soft as flowering rose;

I follow the path to the lake.

Fall, dusk,

on this lonely world.

Grow, gentle darkness,

sow seeds of spring

in our winter hearts.


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Wind from the south and the north

It’s been a long time since I wrote to twitter prompts.


Nothing is certain,

the path lies beneath the brambles,

sky is full of unfallen rain

and the blackbird’s song falters,

but there are infinite maybes.

Perhaps the rain will fall

the sky will clear

and I will see you

pushing through last year’s thorns

to meet me.


Between the soft rain of dawn

and the fierce sun of midday

lies the shallow time that flows

stream-babbling and bright

where you and I watch the world

through the same eyes,

and the same dream drapes us both

in promised tomorrows.


Sun-gaze withers the summer grass,

the deep shade shrinking

to a tepid green puddle

and hollow frog-voices,

while in the north, winter waits

with ice in his breath,

and in his eyes

the withering gaze of death.


Wind from the south

and the stars are flickering

the leaves are whispering

on swaying boughs

while a hunter’s moon

climbs slow and glittering

owl cries twittering

as the south wind soughs.

Raw is the rain


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that sings on the lake,

blue the mist music playing,

red sun shadows

the light of the moon,

storm waves

black rocks pounding.


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for you and I,

the morning star

that haunts the sky

is hard as glass.

Yet we two make magic,

soft and slow,

for all eternity.


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and wings open

like flowers.

Day dances, dew-touched,

pink blooming.

Keep trust, friend,

in sun and stars,

the songs of the sky.


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this murmuring mountain,

pour poetry over these stones.

Dusk falls

on the wandering river;

wind breathes gently,

Night is coming.




Drunken symphonies before dawn

I do like this week’s clutch of magnet poems. The oracle is in thoughtful mood.


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with sun spray

blown in the wind.

Light flickers,

shot through with shadows,

a drunken symphony

screamed at the moon.


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and be my love

hold my hand and keep it always,

together we soar

to the dreaming stars

of the quiet evening

and the morning sky.



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in a wild voice,

from ghost-haunted morning

to dark, velvet night.

I dance in red fire-dazzle

on salt green waves

till the stars wake.


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rain rustles

through the roses.

I walk the cold mountain

while night breathes darkling,

and the lake murmurs:

Listen to the moon,

dawn will follow.