Crone in the Moon
three quarters of a step beyond
the top of the midnight hour
dawn rubs the nub of dark
thunder slung by fireworks
embeds like earworms
rebounds from fissures in the sky
with a hum soft as breadcrumbs
the crone retreats to her crater
and the rain begins to gush
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18 comments:
Oh, that first stanza is awesome! So unique! And I love the breadcrumbs simile, too!
I never cease being amazed by how wonderful and vivid the imagery is in your writing. Absolutely amazing.
Coop! That second line really sings!
'A hum as soft as breadcrumbs'.... a unique phrase and I could never explain to anyone that it feels exactly right!
wonderful
and
the last stanza:
with a hum soft as breadcrumbs
the crone retreats to her crater
and the rain begins to gush
is my favorite!
Beautiful.....
My God! How vividly imaginative!
with a hum soft as breadcrumbs
is stunningly brilliant.
Beautiful fireworks, Tumble words! And a poem that goes very well with it. You are brilliant! Have a great weekend.
your ability to create a visual astounds me...
Your descriptive abilities astound me. Some great use of words.
I tried to pick out a favorite line but they all sing!
fantastic...
I loved the title!
abstracting
rub a nub of dark
and a hum soft as breadcrumbs.
lurv.ly.
oooh, that sounds just like our 4th.
You certainly know how to get one's attention with your vivid imagery and beautiful words. I love the description you gave these fireworks. Incredible write. So many good lines. Have a great night.
this is just breathtaking. lovely.
I gave you a blog award, because you are the queen! Do come see:
http://therer2doors.wordpress.com/2009/07/11/i-really-want-to-be-the-queen/
your poetry always sings to me and puts me a good mood.
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