- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Corn Planting Moon
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Click hereSpring Moon is pale,
pastel painted,
holding night upright,
backdrop to birthing fields
while stars hold themselves apart,
brilliantly distant.
Spring Earth is woman,
capturing seeds.
In soil's grip damp hips
suck, push sustanance forward.
Moon knows Earth
harbors secrets,
leafy and soft,
wrapped in silk like aged pearls,
but sweet, bitten,
sugared with pungent green,
and the rut of musky dirt.
Moon becomes father,
darkens with knowing
bows with a textured burden,
like Atlas holds wisdom,
but Moon is large and orange,
full as a pumpkin
whose seeds have fallen,
awaiting harvest.
Stars don't change,
watching, holding
themselves apart,
brilliantly distant.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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jd4georgeover 19 years agoYou see, I too was born(e) under that same moon, though many years before you.
I loved these lines:
"sugared with pungent green,
and the rut of musky dirt."
Maria2394over 19 years agoyou know me, Im a sucker for anything earthy, and this feels almost like an old Native American story being retold here, only thing out of place is the Atlas ref, which the Natives prolly never even heard of :)
great descriptions of the earth sucking in and expelling life, I love this, good work ange :)
