Saturday, June 16, 2012

Phase

I just realized I never posted Phase, one of my Lunar Cycle poems. This poem, along with Lunacy, appeared in the anthology Life in Me Like Grass on Fire. Enjoy!


Phase
Waxing—
She approaches
cautiously
knowing Her desire
but afraid of the price:
the loss of everything—
livelihood, trust, reputation,
child—everything
that She’s fought
so hard to build,
again.

She is only ever
completely Full
for a mere moment
before lapsing—slipping
back as slowly
as she came,

Waning—
when She walks
away She takes
with her the last
vestiges of hope
I can carry—
I was virtually dry
when night
finally fell
revealing
Her glow—
and now She slides
slowly, solemnly
into the dark
leaving me alone
under
a black Sun.
Her risks are greater,
but mine
may just prove
fatal.

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