Island Moon
I’ve loved your face, night and days of changing milk rays
Sighs in blue and black, of times gone back; now so slack
Love surely does wane, then mind’s sane…what’s to regain?
And the road, in dirt’s goad climbs winding pigsty mode
New moon midnight, holds tight a dark that can’t relight
Damned are the seeds, as they’ve turned to weeds: What inbreeds!
Mother who never did bother to write further
Only too late, her full fate, was father’s sad state
Oh lies have made me cry, but truth, is fair skies
No more half turns, I have learned, those tides I will spurn.
(7/25/2020 For Funom's keen observation contest; '62 Tradewinds 33; DMS)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2020
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