Sunday, October 12, 2014

An October Moon Walks Me Home




Each night, like clockwork
At a little past eight
I leave the café.
I walk alone, where shadows
Throw the side-street
Into a mud-streaked illumination
Of rearranged mortar.
As I pass windows
Of ice cream joints and
So-called five-star diners
Where strangers keep post
At their vegan plates
And medium-rare steaks
As if the hungry old beggars
At the corner  
Might steal a taste,
I feel a strange
Disconnection from humanity.
My feet slide on past
The slippery bricks
Of the public library,
Isolated at this late hour,
It’s glass doors flashing
Orange from the lone, sad
Jack-o-lantern, all electric.
I think to myself sadly
That at least he’ll never die.
The sidewalk spins
My stride between bare trees
And the moon beams
Her invisible dove feathers
Through my hair, glowing white,
My fingers that become
Silver strands,
One swimming the atmosphere,
At my side,
The other clutching
A years-full of my thoughts,
Leatherbound.
A gentle breeze tickles my chin
And chills my arms
A series of skin-pricks
As a chilly October night
Walks me home, my belly full
Of warm tea and poets-talk.


Written for prompts at Toads and Red Wolf Poems.
Shared for open link Poets United.

18 comments:

  1. hmm... love the images, and the last one feels like home.

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  2. What a lovely walk.. but somehow the images you conjure brings Sting's wonderful song: "Moon over Bourbon street" into my mind.. take care for pale men with a preacher's hands..

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5i_0PkOqLKA

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  3. Oh I can feel the entirety of the emotions here - that disconnected-from-everyone feeling of walking darkened chilly nighttime streets alone, LOVE the moon beaming "her invisible dove feathers" through your hair, I can feel the clutch of the leather journal in your hand, full of your year's thoughts........a poem imbued with mood and atmosphere. Loved it.

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  4. "At least he'll never die"? The poet back at the cafe? The ones in the leather-bound book cluched here? The Jack of the lantern in the moonlight? It seems as though everything is possible on this well lit night where the solitary being is warmed by tea and company. Fine imagery.

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  5. sounds in the end like you had a good night...a stomach full of tea and poetry at least sounds good...there are some interesting seasonal hints in there as well ..the electric jackolantern that wont die...

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  6. love the cobblestone image, underlying solitary walk with the company of the october moon and the belly full of warm tea and poets talk.

    gracias

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  7. I was right with you on this walk. I could see, as well as feel, your words. And nothing better than 'warm tea and poets-talk.'

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  8. I too felt I was walking with you ~ that last two lines just brought home the comfort of food and words ~ Thanks for participating with Real Toads ~ Wishing you happy week ahead ~

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  9. You imagery really pulled me as I felt I was walking with you..sad reality some eating in fancy restaurants and some seeking a meal on the street..I think it would make me pause in the walk and wonder how this could be in today's world.

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  10. This is a great slice of life Stacy--I love the interplay between the moon's light and the light of your hands

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  11. A vivid walk with a lovely close, Stacy. Nice that you are walking back from a world of poetry. Thanks. k.

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  12. we are never alone, nature is our companion.

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  13. Visual and so much atmospheric...the transition from one world to another is so beautifully done here along with that autumnal feel...

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  14. So atmospheric! Love the mood you created on this Autumnal walk ~ nice picture, too :)

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  15. Every line filled with detail and delight. I love reading your work, Stacy, knowing every time that I am ready the words of a great poet.

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  16. Al of it and esp these lines - wonderful

    The other clutching
    A years-full of my thoughts,
    Leatherbound.

    a chilly October night
    Walks me home, my belly full
    Of warm tea and poets-talk.



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  17. love this:

    And the moon beams
    Her invisible dove feathers
    Through my hair, glowing white

    ~

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