Winter Moon – A Poem by Rebecca Cowgill
winter moon
taken of life support
stars sparkle in the night
winter moon
lilies on your coffin
a final goodbye
winter moon
taken of life support
stars sparkle in the night
winter moon
lilies on your coffin
a final goodbye
Pacing that cold beach
of a dark night
you fish for truth
in those swathes of space
where a ship’s lighting
embraces the moon.
There is a slice
of sky and shingle
where you cast your nets,
spreading
starlight around you
for illumination.
The gods mock this,
their gimlet eyes fixed on you.
Bareback, they ride by
on bright horses, tossing
glitter sideways
as you slacken.
They sabotage your nets,
mutilate your catch
and the scraps
you have garnered are damaged
and drift away.
You need sorcery now, not science.
It arrives when the fire in your hearth
flames in the snowy bushes
of your garden,
and there is no need to infer purpose
other than the magic
of illusion.
Happily rolled her further away
from the melancholy prison,
she had naively vowed herself into,
each hideaway moment of the day.
The Summer breeze
kissing gently her bare knees.
Hair unclasped for a change
and attacking the sky in all directions
like streaks of auburn lightning.
Traversing the country lanes of her mind,
imagination dotting the horizon
with newly discovered flowers.
At the rainbow bend,
she smiles and winks at the wishing well.
Then whistling as carefree as a gentleman,
she splashes the sun shower puddles
one at a time just like she’s witnessed
the schoolboys around the Common do.
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winter horizon
an abandoned nest
memories of you
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spring moonlight
cradling you in my arms
singing you a lullaby
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Decaying leaves,
imprint of roads
make their mark
on unfettered hands.
Silences gather
makeshift voices
continue to plunder.
That’s just what it can feel like out there sometimes
and that’s exactly when you need to shine brightest.
Don’t stop being nice because bitter people don’t like it,
instead only be nice to the people who appreciate you.
They’re only jealous because the light has left them,
leaving spite and meanness to lord over their souls.
As far as human beings are concerned; they are failures,
beware of their petty, poisonous envy and negativity,
do not feel sympathy or mercy for those losers
and more importantly do not have them around.
They have not quite gone over to ‘The Dark Side’
for that would involve a choice, no, they have slid down
to ‘The Pathetic Side’ the ‘Lower Levels’ (It’s tedious!)
where the weak-willed hide cowardly… rise above them.
Enjoy your depth of character, revel in your sense of honour
and intellect, create a life of common sense and magic.
Be bold, beautiful and brilliant and when life bursts
your bubble… blow another bigger one right back in its face,
I’ll see you on the sunny side of the street… you Winner!
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A gust alive; a redwood dead
Sleep softwood your peaceful breath
A gust dies
Stone in stillness; still, revealed
From emptiness a gust begins,
like water, carving the stone around
A grain of sand, unknown, found
Reach for the fleeting sand
Fingers shadow palm of hand
Origin, wisdom, truth imparted,
color alike, color departed
A gust alive; knowledge dead
Open eyes and open hand
Fly back to wisdom, grain of sand
A gust dies
Dyeing shrouds to drape
Dharma,
Who prefers to remain bare.
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