Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Walking On The Moon




Walking On The Moon



Since you left
I've been walking on the moon,
in the cold solar shadow, angel- and
demon-forsaken, unmused in a sinless place,
a floating cloud of cosmic diatoms weltering 
in undifferentiated asteroidal algae, working the
eyes of night for some buried beauty, some pandemic
of peace to infect me.

The dark side is
a rock rack, stone bed for the syncope when
white hope exhausts all exits with her rapid retreat.
I undrill in the dustbaths, naked in wallows of comet collisions,
bathed in dunes of ruthless radiance, where stars are
sprinkled in spilled saltgrains over eternity, vague and
sharp on the black velvet tablecloth
I once wore for a dress.

The sun side is harsh, but
even I tire of constant dark at times;
and I know it's the side you see, fat harlequin
croissant of a sickle honeyed with words defying
gravity, toasted in the gold heat of your almondine eyes.
I live on the grilling grid, fancy you making a meal
brioched of dark chocolate void where somehow
I've flavored the filling in dreams.

I walk on and on
light as the dead and sometimes
I find debris; yesterday an artifact
cast from the celestial dig of thee and me,
a vessel that used to glow, pounded to atomic dust, settled
in the flattened shardshape of a heart where I stepped
silent, and stood with the sudden choke
of moon in my throat.

June 2012

Moon @Utrecht-zuilen

Posted for   OpenLinkNight   at dVerse Poets Pub


If you'd like to hear the poem read by the author, click below:

walking on the moon by Hedgewitch O'theWilds




Header image: A Voyage to the Moon, by Gustave Dore, 1868, engraving
Public domain via Wikipaintings.org
Footer Image: Moon @ Utrecht-zuillen, by HSmade, on flick'r
Shared under a Creative Commons License

47 comments:

  1. 'working the night for peace...' so been there. Loved it

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  2. some pandemic
    of peace to infect me...ha. i like that...intentional or otherwise, the play in the dark side of the moon being the rock rack too...

    undrill in the dustbaths, naked in wallows of comet collisions,
    bathed in dunes of ruthless radiance...and on from there, that stanza is just lush with imagery and feeling...

    heavy on the feeling in that last stanza as well...nice one hedge...

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  3. this read like a full meal. faves: working the eyes of night for some buried beauty... the black velvet tablecloth i once wore for a dress... toasted in the gold heat of your almondine eyes... but mostly: sometimes i find debris. something about that sliver of hope in the wasteland that i so love.

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  4. Exquisite! Thanks so much for adding the sound file. It adds to an already wonderful poem.

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  5. Another awesome write....the images are so vivid.."I undrill in the dustbaths, naked in wallows of comet collisions,
    bathed in dunes of ruthless radiance" ~ I guess I could quote the whole poem back at you....stunning writing :)

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  6. This is just lovely - the yearning palpable, and loss. Wonderful how you use light as spectral (light) and weightlessness (of dead), and the wonderful down to earthness of the brioched meal in the midst of it all. Terrific. k.

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    1. I was just visiting and saw your bits from the Cauldron so checked this one out - I don't know how I could forget it - and I don't think I really did - but I have to confess I read it with new surprise at the originality of your conceit here - so well explored - so physically palpable even in the fantastic atmosphere. Really well done, and terrific end, of course. Thanks. Fun to do this. When one reads a lot, oen loses track. k.

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    2. Thanks, k. Appreciate the jump into the back pages. I wonder if I'll ever write one like this again, sometimes.

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  7. I love how you work alliteration. The diction is outstanding. And, you use diction that gives your verse precise syntax. I just love reading your work. This piece has a musicality to it. Better yet, this would make an even more powerful spoken word piece. Bravo! Nice write.

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  8. Sudden choke of moon in my throat is a great ending. Well done as always.

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  9. awesome, awesome...!!! the second to last stanza just took my breath away..dang....and def. wouldn't mind a pandemic of peace to infect me...

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  10. Excellent alliteration and standout imagery. Thank you for the recording; I think this is the first time I've heard you read. The darkness of your voice fits the poem well.

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  11. This poem waxes and wanes through a platinum world of subliminal loss and feeling. It's a sub-conscious approach to metaphors traveling one to the next leading luxuriously into and out of light and darkness, a sea of brightness and tranquility leading to the joy in the depths of all things dark, sweet as chocolate. This poem is like opening a well-wrapped box and eating them all!

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  12. Beautiful reading Hedge...I specially like the stanza of dark chocolate void flavored filling in dreams ~ Only you can make the dark and grim so wonderfully written ~ The ending line is superb ~

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  13. OOOoooooo. Sad. "working the / eyes of night for some buried beauty, some pandemic / of peace to infect me." Finding only the heart shard. . . . And the pace is a funereal stroll except for the rapid retreat of hope and your fancying the other's cooking with you/filling/chocolate-- How I wish it had been a chocolate heart, a delight, a "buried beauty"!

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  14. Love it Hedge...and so enjoying having the reading...took a nose dive down a flight of stairs on the way home from work and received some wicked bumps...forgive me my somewhat disoriented comments! Lived to tell though ;)

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  15. Man - your reading feels lost in lunar
    ticking back to earth via a ghosts laser guided
    weave.. i love it! man i love it! - i'm coming back for
    theses shivers!!!

    fat harlequin
    croissant of a sickle honeyed with words defying
    gravity, toasted in the gold heat of your almondine eyes.
    I live on the grilling grid,

    it hurt my mind... i live for that mindache!!!

    BOSS!

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  16. Great imagery, and I really like the use of scientific language in the first stanza.

    Also, you reminded me of Italo Calvino, and that's a totally awesome thing.

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  17. A wonderful and amazing write. Just breathtaking!

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  18. You do really, really wonderful things with words. I have missed them and it is good to read them again. All that honey ... chocolate ... don't forget to take the moon out of your throat. Such magnificently bent words.

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  19. "angel- and
    demon-forsaken" ... Oh wow. That is a lonely land.

    Love this: "I undrill in the dustbaths, naked in wallows of comet collisions"


    And these:

    "and I know it's the side you see, fat harlequin
    croissant of a sickle honeyed with words defying
    gravity"

    "and stood with the sudden choke
    of moon in my throat"

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  20. As already stated...your closing line...perfection!

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  21. Hi, really enjoyed this one a walk on the dark side of the moon.

    Since you left
    I've been walking on the moon,
    in the cold solar shadow, angel- and
    demon-forsaken, unmused in a sinless place,

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  22. some pandemic
    of peace to infect me.

    but this:

    stars are
    sprinkled in spilled saltgrains over eternity, vague and
    sharp on the black velvet tablecloth

    fat harlequin
    croissant of a sickle honeyed with words defying
    gravity,

    and stood with the sudden choke
    of moon in my throat.

    Forgive me for cutting and pasting. I read your work and think I should just break my pencil ... :) But, I will just forge ahead and hope to learn from you. ;)
    I once wore for a dress.

    I wish my daughter was home so I could ask her to paint this! Wow.

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  23. Whoa! The whole read was fantabulous, but when I hit the closing lines, my jaw dropped. "with the sudden choke of moon in my throat." How do you DO it?

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  24. It's all so good but I esp love these lines:

    "fat harlequin
    croissant of a sickle honeyed with words defying
    gravity, toasted in the gold heat of your almondine eyes"

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  25. Awesome piece Hedge. Love the word choices, the pattern of language placement and the wicked imagery throughout. Extremely deep, symbolic and filled with, a strong sense of the philosophical as well. Great read. thanks

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  26. A walk on the dark side highlights those formless shapes of fears and questions fraught with slashes of horror! A powerful poem!

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  27. Call me shallow, but to me the most telling line was at the end of the second stanza. When a woman's little black dress is reduced to serving as a tablecloth, she's definitely given up hope.

    One might normally think of a trip to the moon as being a lighthearted, fanciful thing, but here you have turned such a notion on its ear. This is an exile, a last waystation on the road to utter blankness. Still, the speaker prefers light, harsh as it is, to endless darkness. For that reason, I think she'll be heard from again.

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  28. Joy,
    You've found so many ways to describe the condition of loss and emptiness. "I walk on and on/light as the dead" It is a kind of death. Your spoken words add much to the impact of the piece. The words I hear flow as nicely as the ones I read. Very nice job.

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  29. I did not read this poem, Hedge, I consumed it. The language is so rich, lush, beautiful...this is like a rare delicious meal to savor. I particularly liked the third stanza, yet all of it resonates. Fine work!

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  30. the celestial dig of thee and me,

    I do admire how you can just (seemingly) toss this in and everything shifts...wedges of originality as ever.

    Never disappointed...never...awe :)

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  31. Just unbelievably amazing, Hedge. that second stanza may be all-time favourite of anything you have ever written (including that paper boat), but the entirety is an exquisite blend of the starkest of emotions played out in the most barren of landscapes.
    How does one end such a journey? Your last two lines are incredibly powerful, I swear a gulped a chunk of moon myself.

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  32. "working the
    eyes of night for some buried beauty, some pandemic
    of peace to infect me."

    Oh how I love this, excellent mood conjured here.

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  33. since you left, the dark side, the sun side, i walk on and on. I thoroughly enjoy the epic quality of this poem and loved every tasty bit, especially the "honeyed with words" stanza. ~jane

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  34. "a rock rack, stone bed for the syncope when
    white hope exhausts all exits with her rapid retreat." Oh I adore the way these words tumble and flow together!

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  35. This is beautiful! You are very talented:)

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  36. Okay, third time... I see this as a beautiful song to a lovebthat wishes tonretain the love that was, without destroying the beloved in either memory or imagination. This shows the heart and soul of the broken-hearted lover fleeing to a world where the pain and betrayal can become meaningful, without denying their pain. In this world, governed by the transmogrifying power of nature, things can become anything, even lost relationships transformed into a natural life that will not poison either the soul or heart of the lovers. This seems to me to be set within an existential framework seeking transcendence, though here it is transcendent in a higher form of nature. It is a lovely attempt to salvage as much as one can of the self as it becomes an other to the beloved other.

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  37. This is one of those pieces that permeates even the inner defenses and leaves fresh pain from a lasting grief. Rending and masterfully written.

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  38. stone bed for the syncope when
    white hope exhausts all exits with her rapid retreat.

    Loved this when read and even more listening to you recite :)

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  39. Hedge, you just get better and better. Period.

    This poem did something I haven't felt in a while....a trance-like state....it drew me in with the first reading, and then your voice! Agggh! I was lost.

    This is so rich....dark chocolate/walnut rich......with words that go far beyond metaphor,....

    This is a keeper, Hedge. It raises the bar for me. Incredible myth/poem result.
    Jane

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  40. Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!
    Reading you makes me want to write!

    This is Great.
    I'm reading this again... And again.

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  41. pounded to atomic dust would take a lot of pounding!!

    done for

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  42. A feast of imagery, which I hope left you in a happier place.

    PS the shape of the poem is beautiful.

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  43. I love the alliteration!

    "where stars are
    sprinkled in spilled saltgrains over eternity"

    That's a really incredible image.

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  44. Lately, I feel like I've been stuck on the dark side of the moon. This is a poem that resonates, hedgewitch.

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  45. Love this, so rich in images and contrasts, emotions and challenges. I'm enamored of the moon and love it even more for having walked it with you.

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