Sweet Murmur
Your voice is just
the murmur
of the wide windy moon
after the storm passes over,
love is just sweet murmur
grinding grit and gravel
as the tide rolls in too soon,
salt over sweet murmur
of the far windy moon
~January 2017
for Brendan at real toads
Image: Moonrise, Beaumaris © Clarice Beckett
Gentle, longing, as light and foggy and heart-piercing as a dream.
ReplyDeleteSooo gorgeously penned!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Hedge. There's a circular rhythm in its murmur (what a word!), seething and soothing. We end up back where we started, with that "wide windy moon." Amen, and thanks.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition of the windy moon got me thinking of the Erik Linklater's book the wind on the moon... a touch of fantasy, and then the fantastic alliteration of grinding grit and gravel... just the perfect music.
ReplyDeleteOooh! I so love how you turned the mood on a dime between stanza one and two.. the diction is masterfully applied.
ReplyDeleteLove your smooth circle. This is a poem to hum to, while lying on the beach at night, watching the moon do her thing.
ReplyDeleteI so adore that "wide windy moon". Just gorgeous, Hedge.
ReplyDeletethe skies have opened up and poured here in dry California... except yesterday, for the *gigantic* march in LA. Even little Laguna Beach had over 4000 attendees, next to that lapping tide. today it pours again.
ReplyDeleteI think we expect normal to last - and that average and normal are the same thing. But they're not, are they? And this piece is neither. Rising above the average is rare, and it seems that most of us wish to pull down those who have ascended, and give rise to the ultimate average. And so it goes. ~
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSalt to enhance or preserve or Salt to wreck or destroy. Very cleverly written.
ReplyDeleteGreat contrast between the two stanzas, from misty murmurs to grinding grit.
ReplyDeleteafter the storm passes over,
ReplyDeletelove is just sweet murmur
Love has to endure so much to make itself heard and understood. Rightly so, Joy!
Hank
Never have been out of sync with the grind and grit. Even that is easy on the heart after a time.
ReplyDeleteMurmur is indeed a lovely word tinged in peace, quiet, resolve. Beautiful write!
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