Moonrise

Jena Woodhouse
The city feels you drawing near,
riding with the foaming tide -
a pearly nautilus, sublime,
agleam with fire on ice.

Towers stand on tiptoe
twirling spires of light
as you appear, jittery
as women on a blind date,
unsure what to wear.

The river undulates, adrift
in narcissistic reverie,
adorned with glowing
spirals and ellipses
you bestow so freely.

I await you at my window -
Juliet's proud Romeo
could not inspire
such heightened states
as this moon-vessel's
precious cargo -
 
Let me be your cup-bearer
for just one night,
your acolyte…   


© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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Hello, my dear Jena!
I'm so happy to appear again in your wonderful magic realm, where I feel so nice. There's no need to say again how I love moon themes and your poem is my new fascination and joy!

Саша

Александр Рытов   21.10.2003 16:18   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Саша! I'm delighted that this poem pleases you. I've had a similar response to your moon-poems, and look forward to seeing more. As you've noticed, it is one of my favourite themes, too. Perhaps we served Selene or Artemis in a former life :))

Jena Woodhouse   22.10.2003 02:10   Заявить о нарушении
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