Sunday, February 19, 2017

On The Edge


The moon teeters on the edge of my roof
like a precocious child planning her escape.
Plump with stars and night she finger paints
shadows across my bedroom wall and ignores
my pleas to stay until sunlight chews through my curtains.

We are enemies, friends, a song and dance team
on a revolving stage…She won’t stay…I won’t forgive her absence.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Real Toads ~ And The Moon ~ Micro Poetry

15 comments:

Kim Russell said...

Lovely imagery, Susie.

angieinspired said...

she's so precocious. love her

telltaletherapy said...

vivid fingerpainting! I like the semi-discontinuity between the stanzas - makes the reader sit up and take even more noticde

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Wonderfully fiery and passionate!!❤️

hedgewitch said...

The moon I think is one of the most ambiguous of poetic images(probably why she is able to inspire so many poets and poems)--here she seems both playful and spiteful, teasing, ultimately unsatisfying and perhaps,ultimately, a flicker only of something in our own minds--really an interesting take, Susie.

Marian said...

Ah, best of frenemies with that moon, who tends to tease and disappoint!

C.C. said...

Brilliant comparison to a precocious child!

Kerry O'Connor said...

This so lyrical - a tribute to a lifelong connection to the moon.

brudberg said...

There are nights i'm begging her to stay too... love the fingerpainting

Martin Kloess said...

Drifting on the edge. Wonderful imagery

lemon j. said...

This is awesome. Completely captivating work.

Sara McNulty said...

Love the images in this poem, Susie, particularly 'pumps with stars' and sunlight chewing curtains.'

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I adore this!

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

lovely relationships beautifully expressed

gillena cox said...

Oh yes, definitely a favourite of mine

Much love...