The eclipse – three studies
The eclipse -three studies
I.
The dream is always the same,
I’m standing on a darkening bridge
Leaning forward inched to the edge:
An eclipse captured in my frame.
ii.
The curtained sun drowns every night;
Each time fearful of taking flight
I’m pulled back, ebbed into your tide
The motion of your seas my guide.
iii.
Love lives in the wingbeats of your lips
Heart’s streams diverted, pulsed to mine,
Our broken wings once more in line
As we move into the eclipse,
Sun and moon darkened, harmonised.
© Bhi 2021
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the Bridge is here I see, isn’t it weird that in the movie Melancholia the protagonist’s horse refused to cross the bridge?
more clues out there for what’s really taking place and it may not be good to observe such eclipses.
but the temptation is too great.
We must use smoked glass. Like the sun, life can’t always be looked at directly. A perfect poem Sue – thank you.
Dougie
Dougie,
I will let Sue know you liked her poem!
bhi
Oops! Sorry about that; I thought you were Sue – which begs the question – who is Sue? Still, a memorable poem.
A very tight little triptych. Love is about taking turns being eclipsed and then exposed. Fluttering lips image is great.
CW, you are an extremely perceptive reader. As you say, CW, this is about tides, especially the progression of the lunar ones, and all that havoc they play with our nervous systems and emotions.
The lips image came as I was looking at a group of blue tits flying into the japanese mimosas in my garden, and was intrigued by the way they pecked at, almost kissed the yellow blossoms.
more experiments to come with Mary.
bhi
I have difficulty with the switching rhyming which throws me off I am afraid. 🙁
I got a bit lost with the meaning too. EEEk
Alison x
No need to be afraid, Alison; these are three separate and distinct takes, and each stands on its own as well. I am deep into my experimental phase, or should I say the Childe Mary, plus the vanilla vodka, is forcing me into poetic avenues I never thought I would be treading, and these are part of the series.
bhi
Haha, this is a prime example of when I should stop reading when my brain is too tired. I try to read as much as possible but maybe I would be better to read less and be fresher to try to get fully into a poem. I feel every poem deserves that! 😉 Also to wonder whether it is best to say we do not understand a poem rather than blind praise or mediocre “vanilla” appraisals. I feel there is always the danger of people saying things just to not look daft if they confess outright if a poem throws… Read more »