- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Doubt
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Full moon. On the ridge-tiles
a narrow strip of light
against the lighter grey that is the sky
and overhead the perfect round
of concentrated brilliance -
a clenched fist of melancholy thoughts
grown near translucent now that night
has lost its archetypal terror
to this half-day brightness.
Yet, a different fear comes creeping in
in saturnine array
with my subconscious wide awake
and common sense away.
Bright garden. Tinfoil paths
incised in frosty beauty make
me feel inclined to leave the silent house
and take the cool night's wholesome air in
this unearthly moonscape -
flawed, plain grounds transformed by ancient light
where I'd expect to see a faun
or chaste Diana coming down
the time-arrested lawn
but nonetheless I stay inside for fear
that past my shelter's door
instead of peace and calm I'll meet
the cruel Minotaur.
- COMMENTS
todski28almost 9 years agobut something about four final lines
"the cruel minotaur" falls flat, I don't know why but it kind of killed the mood for me. I belie it could be finished off better, especially with your abilities as a poet :)
