Vacillations of a Restless Moon
She arrived one summer
like a salty breeze
from across the sea.
Crystal blue eyes,
blue-black hair—like an inner moon
shone through her. I dreamt of her
every night, except for one, when I didn’t
sleep. I’ll get to that later.
I took a job
working on her yacht,
watched her eat strawberry meringues
washed down with coffee. She smiled
once when she caught me staring.
I wondered how her lips tasted
and I bit my own until they bled.
I wrote her name on scraps of paper,
slid them under my bedsheets.
I brought her watermelon once,
which she shared with me.
Ice clinked in our glasses;
conversation and laughter
fizzed and sparkled
like the bubbles in our Pimms Cups. Later
I told her I read Keats; she told me
love was another form of control.
She said, ‘I will have to go away soon’.
She gazed out to sea, white linen trousers
billowing around her legs like sails
in a breeze that would steal her
away from here.
Droplets rolled down her cheek;
from sea mist, or eye mist? I couldn’t tell.
That night, a jasmine scent lingered
on her pillow, sheets, covers.
I tasted the watermelon of her lips.
I inhaled it all, devoured it,
so that I would always remember
the scent and taste of summer 1997,
when the moon
About the Creator
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
So deep, I loved how you described a woman and symbolised it so much and compared the moon to a woman's mysterious nature.
Thank you Paul 😊
Wow! This was such a wonderful poem! So beautifully written!
Beautiful! Lovely poem that tells a story. ❤️
Beautiful poem. Very well done.
"she smiled once when she caught me staring" is a lovely line. Unforced. Casual. Very much suits.
This is beautiful Teresa! Scents, emotions, tension, and desires so well captured and transported with words. Masterful. 🥰
Ahhhh the symbiosis of memories and dreams. ❤