The Moon Nurse
Someone must guard the moon
deep in the Dreamer's long shatter.
Someone must keep clear her pathway
mirror'd on the wavering water.
Someone must nurse the moon
when the red plague slips in without trace.
While Time ticks to its last empty hour
let my hands refresh her pale face,
wash it with rosemary's greening,
herb airless void with white smoke
between her and the storm oncoming
where light itself is revoked.
All the nights she's held watch above me
by the bed where sleep loses its way,
the silver songs she's sung me
put a debt on me I must repay.
They say she poisons the fallen
who ravage across the wide earth,
or stare in electrical cages
where madness has gone to give birth
she brings whole through the hunter's dark
burn tonight her evanescent spark.
posted for Poetics
Note: this poem has been revised a dozen times since posting, and I'm still not happy with it. It didn't rhyme at all at first, and now it rhymes too much. I blame Poe, whom I've been rereading WAY too much lately.
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