Sister eye glance, glow dark:
of the night, flickering
on light screen aura stinging my gaze,
sleep evades gently plays
on the chords and strings
of my mind. Phosphenes pitter patter
the white stage of moonlit wardrobe
one door open- gazes glazes
feet feeling the carpet, click shut.
The moon sways behind a curtain of clouds;
blowing kisses to the nighteyed crowd
dipping below the sheets for midnight interlude
flicker of light, the show is running late
phosphenes pitter patter backstage,
twinkling, sprinkling confetti spasms of harlequin
over the dimmed stage of my bedroom floor
dismal, the last act plays out her lullaby
with long lulling notes, and drooping eyelashes
splashing my gaze, thoughts disperse.
Moonlight passes the emptying stage,
phosphenes blur, brilliant stars
dispersing, wishy-washy head sinks to pillow
which folds serene, moon breathes away the clouds...
(10th April 2014)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
