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Lunacy
by Judith Cullen
© 2019
The
poem was waiting when I awoke
curtains
reflecting the night's depth,
a
beckoning glow through many folds
of
lunar transit shifting soundlessly
from
one to the other window.
What if
I cast back the drapes, letting
the moonlight
shine on my skin
as it drinks
its way across the stars;
elixir
of imagination, natural magic
conveyed
in airborne beams.
What if
I moved beyond the confines
of this
definition, and that certitude;
allowing
myself to drift without limits,
absorbing
the languid enchantment of
a clear
winter sky at three in the morning.
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OH! I love it. I want a part 2 which compels you to do it. I want to know what happens once you allow yourself to move beyond the confines... more please!
ReplyDeletereally like the poetry you are doing now. something very true-feeling in this one.
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