Thursday, September 26, 2019

Wild Moon -- Poetry by Deborah Lee




















Here's a poem by Deborah Lee that embraces the darkness of fall. To fully relish its rhythm, you might try reading it aloud.



Wild moon

       Brightsobright

       Backlighting massive evergreens, silent sentinels of the dark.

Aged hills watch, wise to our foolish ways
as we slowly devastate the earth.

The man in the moon laughs.

Someone howls.

Wings flap.

Blood oozes.

Wild, wild moon.

A stray Tom Waits lyric faintly wafts, "...never felt so alive or alone."

So goes the night.


About the author: Deborah Lee loves to sing, plays the guitar, and enjoys writing essays, songs, and memoir.  

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