Poetic Interlude Lucky XIII

When you read this, Gentle Reader, I should be up at Seattle Pride. The parade should be over by this point – although I doubt that I’m walking this year: the bad knee, while improving, would seem to prohibit it. I am probably day drinking and looking for an amenable chap.

Ahem. Sorry. The poetic interlude. Um, since it’s Lucky Thirteen, though, here’s something mystical:

The Moon

A diamond drop-
The luscious monocle
Sugary fragment
In the absinthe glass at night:
A crone’s complexion
(In many rags and scarves and shawls)
Black mist, white mist,
Spotted, like the ‘pard:
A single diamond drop.
A new mother in full bloom,
A witch’s circle, edged in chalk –
Sudden, a cat’s eye.
Orphaned soap bubble,
Mother of Pearl.
Solitary mother, both great and terrible.
White-black, blue-black,
Grey-black, grey:
A glittering drop,
A single drop,
A diamond drop
of Opaline.

©2013 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved


About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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