The Key of Melancholy — A Truth

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“Moon” — C.Birde, 4/20

 

There are nights when I wake

with the Moon,

in one of Her many guises,

resting on my windowsill

singing in the very same

melancholy key

as the chords ringing

in my head,

constantly;

and I ask,

in sleep-soft speech,

What key are we

singing,

ringing

in?”

 

— C.Birde, 4/20

 

Selene — A Poem

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“Selene” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Pebbles &

pearls &

milky, cat’s eye

marbles;

halos &

oculi &

bright, silver

coins;

cups &

saucers &

spheres of

dandelions

blowing to seed.

But always and

above all these,

the Moon,

Oh,

the Moon.

 

— C.Birde, 10/15/19

 

Eclipsed — A Poem

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“Eclipsed — Light Effect through Linden’s Leaves” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

Sly wink and glide,

she eludes

his fiery grasp,

and scatters

her Cheshire grin

in countless

bright crescents

to mark her passage.

No portents here.

Rather,

a coy,

lunar sway

as,

smoothly,

she slips before

his wide,

unblinking

eye.

— C.Birde, 8/17

 

 

Blueberry Moon — A Poem

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“Blueberry Moon” — C.Birde, 8/17

 

Crickets sing

a tidal song —

legion notes united,

lapping one

against another.

Too close,

too rapid to measure

the hairsbreadth space

between,

to take the night’s

aural temperature.

But it is cool for August.

Pull the blankets up.

Listen –

The crickets’ evensong

washes

against thin-paned glass,

and bears

the swollen Moon

through

Her arching

transit.

 

— C.Birde, 8/17