Aug 2017
Shards of ice that teem
With a pearlescent glow.
Your minarets gleam
And pry over my turbulent waters.
You are not what you seem
If you polish your sharp edges-
Or cut through them with a tongue as sharp as your craters.
But I'll wait four weeks-
So that you will fall back into the shadows.
But, alas, I cannot run fast
For you are the winner;
The long distance winner that routinely comes and goes.
With a pearlescent glow.
Your minarets gleam
And pry over my turbulent waters.
You are not what you seem
If you polish your sharp edges-
Or cut through them with a tongue as sharp as your craters.
But I'll wait four weeks-
So that you will fall back into the shadows.
But, alas, I cannot run fast
For you are the winner;
The long distance winner that routinely comes and goes.
This started as a personification of the moon but then turned into a metaphor of a very tumultuous relationship. Superficially the person (or the moon) appears bright and beautiful, but slips back into the shadows (after 28 ish days) during a new moon. The juxtaposition of the new moon being unseen in the sky reveals that the other lover is constantly trying to keep up with the other person, yet the distance between them is keeping them separated. The places poetry can take you, eh. ;)
