eclipse Posted April 21, 2016 Share Posted April 21, 2016 Dreaming in the trenches, I caught the red moon and placed it into the eye of the the wind-horse. We flew-following the smoke of history, resting in a field we gave shelter to poppies from souls buoyed on Christly tears as they made clean the red moon. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted May 2, 2016 Share Posted May 2, 2016 Captivating imagery Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted May 15, 2016 Share Posted May 15, 2016 I agree with badge about the imagery, lush and enticing. Ambiguous (which may be the intent) sentence structure leaves me unsure I follow the action in the surreal landscape presented. For example, I can't tell who is washing the red moon (presumably still in the wind-horse's eye where the narrator put it): we, poppies, souls, or tears. Then there are the poppies: are they given by the "souls" or are "we" protecting them from those souls. Lovely and thought provoking. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted May 30, 2016 Share Posted May 30, 2016 made clean the red moon. Jarring! Nice. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted June 2, 2016 Share Posted June 2, 2016 What more can one say. You had me at the title. Beautiful. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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