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Andrew Greig
STATIC MOON, BY BILLOWNESS
STATIC MOON, BY BILLOWNESS
STATIC MOON, BY BILLOWNESS
Certainly I’ve been here beforewhere the moon breaks up like a carrier wave
among rockpools and spume,
but tonight the static
does not irritate,
adding dark commas,
a semi-colon’s pause;
the moon’s ashen
apostrophe of itself:
loss as punctuation, fracture
as rhythmic device
shuffling the constant wind
which rattles the lanyards of your bones,
tempting even
the furled sails of your heart
to rise, be snapping taut,
drum-hard, driving the craft on
to deeps where the moon
is received unbroken, ecstatic.
© 2008, Andrew Greig
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
Publisher: First Published on PIW,
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STATIC MOON, BY BILLOWNESS
Certainly I’ve been here beforewhere the moon breaks up like a carrier wave
among rockpools and spume,
but tonight the static
does not irritate,
adding dark commas,
a semi-colon’s pause;
the moon’s ashen
apostrophe of itself:
loss as punctuation, fracture
as rhythmic device
shuffling the constant wind
which rattles the lanyards of your bones,
tempting even
the furled sails of your heart
to rise, be snapping taut,
drum-hard, driving the craft on
to deeps where the moon
is received unbroken, ecstatic.
STATIC MOON, BY BILLOWNESS
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