Moon Threnody
On Listening To The Music of The Heavens
Image Poetry - using the lines from the poem as prompts, I created images to complement my poem. I think the effect is interesting. I hope you will agree.
Moon Threnody
daddy sang me the secret song of the Moon in a round rich tenor
by virtue of distance the melody inaudible
a threnody lost to the heavens
but my daddy had heard it long ago, and sang it for me
on a sun strewn library floor squirming with excitement
coarse carpet squares, aggravating itch inconsequential
when holding in grubby palms rocks from the surface of our satellite
reverence temporarily struck me soundless
our Moon voyages steadfastly round us
as Voyager sailed dauntless through space
recording interstellar vibrations translated to sound
fantastical echoes from unfathomable dimensions
space prospectors were aghast to discover
the dark side of the Moon replete with inhuman cadence
unfamiliar harmonies invited trepidation
as the Moon turned his great aspect toward shaken supplicants
sometimes I dream of swimming between the stars
eternal moondust lapping at bottomless night
for I have heard the forbidden voices of the planets
writhing and straining in technology's snare
and if I should awaken adrift in the firmament
what horrifying wonders would he finally sing
as he turned his fearful face to me
and his true and terrible voice
drew my breath from my lungs
---
daddy sang me the secret song of the Moon in a round rich tenor
by virtue of distance the melody inaudible
a threnody lost to the heavens
but my daddy had heard it long ago, and sang it for me
on a sun strewn library floor squirming with excitement
coarse carpet squares, aggravating itch inconsequential
when holding in grubby palms rocks from the surface of our satellite
reverence temporarily struck me soundless
our Moon voyages steadfastly round us
as Voyager sailed dauntless through space
recording interstellar vibrations translated to sound
fantastical echoes from unfathomable dimensions
space prospectors were aghast to discover
the dark side of the Moon replete with inhuman cadence
unfamiliar harmonies invited trepidation
as the Moon turned his great aspect toward shaken supplicants
sometimes I dream of swimming between the stars
eternal moondust lapping at bottomless night
for I have heard the forbidden voices of the planets
writhing and straining in technology's snare
and if I should awaken adrift in the firmament
what horrifying wonders would he finally sing
as he turned his fearful face to me
and his true and terrible voice
drew my breath
from my lungs
---
This piece was inspired by muse for the extremely unsettling music of the heavens, recorded by Voyager, hurtling through space.
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