Quote from poem Blue Moon Blood Ringing in My Ears by randomstoryteller chamrickwriter with moon image

Blue Moon Blood Ringing in My Ears

Quote from poem Blue Moon Blood Ringing in My Ears by randomstoryteller chamrickwriter with image of bluish mountains against copper sky

1

I turned a deaf ear to the music of the spheres,

Blind to ratio song and measured integers;

Mythic starshine punched big-picture storybooks

Into the sky stained blue-black, like the ink cartridge

That exploded in my mouth when I bit deeply

Into stray thoughts while scribbling third-grade cursive—

Swoops, crosses, and dots blotted, broke, and smeared the will

Of stern instruction patterned on a dull-green blackboard.

2

This winter’s beat went arrhythmic, and I lost count

To rain pattering crystals on the window panes,

To wordless chatter coldly clicking my teeth,

To sun tease-pulsing the thermometer’s mercury,

To stirred birds twittering a false-alarm spring;

This high-strung pizzicato nightmared my daydreams—

Then my fingers fitfully plucked at bedcovers

As the blue moon squeezed through slats of my shuttered room—

Too close for comfort until coppering reddish.

3

I opened the blinds; the moon’s shadow man gazed back,

And my blood tuned to a cello’s sonorous warmth,

Mellowing to that ancient call—the tears of things.

 

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7 Comments

  1. Dan Hise

    Nice “sampling” from Virgil. And a cool trope, to have his tears turn warm and mellow. A special sort of “lunacy.” (Is “solacy” a word?)

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