My Lady the Moon
by Stormcat
My lady is shy even
as she follows my
journey
through that labyrinth
of passageways connecting
the eternities, hiding
behind
clouds or the earth
itself.
To glimpse a silver
crescent edge of her eye peeking
around a forest tree
or through
breaks in the
overcast,
having known the
fullness of her countenance,
fills the soul with
the heat of hope’s passion.
It seems
unlike the celestials
that mortals are
afraid of failure yet
my lady, unlike the
others, cowers
from success, of all
things, intermittently
close then far, large
then small, brighter
then dimmer, white
then blue, hidden
completely then in
full open view.
Whenever she hides,
as she always
regularly does,
darkness gathers me
and a terrible sadness
condenses my freedom
into
painful loneliness,
longing, looking
for any sign of her
return.
You see, I’m in love
with the moon . . . . everything
her solitary strength
and her radiant softness
But I wonder can the
moon love me and even if
Yes
has she the freedom to
act thereupon,
the wherewithal to
take a lover
or would such be
paramount to treason
in the eyes of all
those burgeoning lovers
who depend on my
lady’s
solitary spirit
to seal their own
romantic inspiration .
. .
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Lovely poem, SC ... am not so sure that the lady is reallythat solitary though ... smiles ... cuz ... what about the man in the moon ... just sayin ... smiles ...
ReplyDeleteI know. I suppose I'm going to have to deal with him sooner or later. I hope he realizes that he's going to be dealing with a cat! And not just any old cat . . . but a stormcat!
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ReplyDeleteVery nice! The moon as a lover never disappoints, is always there, is loyal forever.
ReplyDeleteStormcat! Yay! I'm always happy to see your name in the Pantry! "I'm in love with the moon....." Beautiful, kiddo, if rather lonely............I like "her solitary strength and radiant softness". A beautiful romantic poem.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to view the moon as a lover ~ An apt metaphor M ~ Happy week to you ~
ReplyDeleteGrace
love the moon too :) beautifully romantic
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful romantic write! :) I loved your write, already read it twice.
ReplyDeleteIn love all rules are usually broken so loving the moon or vice versa is OK by me!
ReplyDeleteI love this romantic tale, which work both directly with the moon, or with the moon as a metaphor for that lady that is infinitely close, yet always unreachable.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you picked up on that. The metaphoric muse.
DeleteShe follows you around all night - now at the back of the house, now at the front...
ReplyDeleteMight call her the night stalker.
BTW, are you the blogger building your own house in the middle of the woods in Upstate NY?
Trying to find my bearings.
Yes, she loves us all :-) and we are glad with joy when she chooses our presence.
ReplyDeleteVery nice piece.
ZQ
this was soothing and magical. good stuff!
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I like to think that she has love enough for all of us. The moon inspires us all. :0)
ReplyDeleteLovely writing, Stormcat. The moon is certainly very bewitching.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully done--just gorgeous sense of flow and imagery
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