In its lucent light,
riding high in orbit,
the moon casts spears
arching toward the groves
of evergreens,
trading their veracity
for a moment of magic.
The night dissolves
the shaded parts into blackness.
My eyes linger
on the luminescence,
on the silent sterling
of those branches
lifted to catch the light.
And remind me
of the noble vigil
of the humble dusty miller
on a hot August night.
4 responses to “NOBLE VIGILS”
This is quite lovely. There are just enough words, just enough images, but no more…It leaves so many questions unanswered, so many parts of the story untold. I think that’s the very unique thing about poetry, and this one, in particular: it lets us create our own little world.I think I like best ‘trading their veracity/for a moment of magic.’ The collision of veracity and magic is powerful, but the metaphor binds them (and us) and we’re caught. I’m not sure what ‘silent sterling’ actually means, but it’s so evocative I’m not sure it matters.Keep at this!
The silent magic of nights like this amplifies the music of the stars – and I am alone with the universe. Thank you for this picture of the night.
This is awesome!! I think you are amazing and cannot wait to read more.
So many lovely visuals here.