Monday, October 09, 2006

Moon

Wish I'd had my camera tonight. But I didn't. Tried to take a picture with my phone but it was just silly. A little red dot. When really the thing was immense. Huge. So no picture, only this which is deeply inadequate;

The moon is a red egg
Unbalanced on the sea,
Soft around the edges.
An illuminated ovum
Pulling me in and out,
Binding my arms to my back
As I run for the land.
Calling my name.
Promising my lost memories.
Reminding me where I came from.
Drawing me perpetually back.

9 comments:

Awareness said...

You don't need a camera. You have captured it for all to see with your words. And I have a feeling that this particular moon is etched in your memory.

I like your poem.........not inadequate at all.

mister tumnus said...

thank you so much. it's funny; i was reading your blog earlier and your last post was also about the moon. and i really liked reading it too.

Awareness said...

Same moon.......different continents. Same moon.......different genders.

When I have a chance to stop and take in the moon, I often wonder who else is doing the same. It makes me feel a sense of belonging and not so little.

Enjoy your day.

Trevor said...

Dear Shirley, I saw that moon too, with Orla who loves the moon. Sadly, taking pictures with a point and shoot never captures the big moon 'cause cameras can't see the optical illusion, which is kind of one of the best things about it, you have to see it for yourself, better when it's unexpected. Camera never lies, apparently. Google images has lovely pictures if you type in 'red moon'...I like your poem, I wish I had the words...technique...imagination.

Trevor

mister tumnus said...

oh wow. hi trevor! but you do write, right?

awareness, yeh i do the same thing with the sky at night, looking and wondering who else is looking and wondering. it's a nice thing, that before we had the internet there was always the moon to connect us!

Trevor said...

I write dodgy essays, and would love to be able to write poems. I think another fifteen years of studying them I could maybe squeeze out....my epitaph!!

Trevor

mister tumnus said...

i bet your poems are really good. i normally like mine for about 2 days and then i then they're crapola. i miss writing dodgy essays!

Trevor (Thomson not the other fella in Nashville) said...

Well, I'm thinking of doing 20th century literature, texts and debates next year, if you REALLY want to write an essay or two...no, that wouldn't do!
I think the poem is getting better after several readings. I find this is the case. I think it's called 'the penny dropping'!?!! While I would always respect your opinion when you say that you think it's 'crapola' I'd equally respectfully disagree.

mister tumnus said...

i fugured you weren't the other fella in nashville when you mentioned orla! (although i do apologise if i've assumed you were him before- have i?! zounds!)

i respect your right to respectfully disagree! ha ha. disagree all you like! i do always hate everything i write after a day or two but i think this is an inevitable consequence of having read so much brilliant stuff. do you know the poetry of michael donaghy? i feel another post coming on....