Moon over white water

Old moon, born gray to this flawed earth,
Your light comes in with the tide’s

When the sea washed the shore cold: waves
calm, straight; inquiring salt.
Cloaked by the night sky,
Extend your light like hair, plaited skeins;
The old myth of your origin,
You float near the old wharf, mouths
silted up; muted wood.

Of the north, midden with hate,
unraveled to a shallow pool, to a clearness,
Born pure, my brave love, dream,
lean to my wound: burn on, burn on,
Sweet kiss scorched by a red moon,
We heft flint, pulsed in veins, bindings,
Inseparable, below shoulders not once.

I walk wet on your border.
Rising, falling, as waves crest and trough;
I breathe your water, I rock you like
a boat across the sand carpet,
You clutch your bars, tight, tight,
I hold you on my arm: this is the fluid in
which we meet each other;
Waist down, darkness so pure.

Copyright © 11/28/18 lance sheridan®

moonlight over white water

45 comments on “Moon over white water

  1. Wonderful poem filled with the sensuality of the Moon’s movements and interactions. Beautiful, loving images to start my day. Thank you Lance.

  2. Really enjoyed your poem!

  3. What a lovely poem. Love it. 🙂

  4. Like the moon and the speaker are lovers. I enjoyed this poem.

  5. mimi says:

    You don’t need to thank me, it is a pleasure! A little difficult for me, I admit, but this makes it interesting: your way of using words 😊

  6. “Waist down, darkness so pure.” Stunning!

  7. DaZ says:

    You rocked it… 😂 great ✍️ writing.👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

  8. Anna says:

    A song to the moon, a song of sensual love. Of the rest, the moon is a woman.

  9. aruna3 says:

    Beautifully written.

  10. Reminds me of a piece from old man and the sea. Wonderful poem, written by the heart

  11. […] Sheridan Moon Over White Water A pinnacle poet. Reading, I see myself, nose pressed between pages of Yeats, Longfellow, Browning. […]

  12. Carly says:

    “Darkness so pure-“ beautiful decription of the moon. 🙂

  13. schoolofblue says:

    This is amazing stuff, particularly the last stanza.

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