The use of archaic language is a playful yet sardonic attempt at writing a mock moon poem.




The Moon

 

Night after night, like a tireless silver eye—

luminant, cool, reassuring—your silent/steady

gaze has inspired countless lost souls

to bleed in ink, relinquishing their dear slumber.

Shelly spurted the best; Li Bai, perhaps, the second-best.

Even world-weary Yeats & Stevens strived, barely

capturing a fraction of your hard-and-soft gleam.

Canst thou tell me, who made thee? 

And what art thou: a joyless eye or a chin of gold?

Art thou pale for weariness or blood-red in grief?

These straw-heads, must they contradict themselves?

This long lethargic night, to be approved by the scrollers

of cyberspace, what can I do but extend my

open palm to the dappled light slanting in, only to catch

sordid nothingness in the hollow of my hands?





Poetry by MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-04 at 18:23

Tags Moon  Parody  Pastiche 

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is quite amusing and nicely written. "Chin of gold?"
2021-09-06


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A fun exercise, and I'm sure fun to write.
2021-09-04