november moon: a sonnet

november moon hugging the edge of night

are you the only witness to the plight

of a heart decades ploughed and shorn by lies?

white stalk-arms reach stiff to the inky skies

frozen again under a white facade

of cruel obedience and auld bravade

how do you do it? she asks the shy sphere

how do you hang there without heavy tears

pulling you down into the sordid coquette

of the narcissist and her glad marionettes?

because from here i see it all so clear

he says. i see freedom and wild frontier

take me there, won’t you please, and if you dare,

to where the geese fly and carry my prayers

bare tree beside road
Photo by Johannes Plenio on

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