New Year's Poetry Challenge, Prompt #4
"Here is the painting "Moon Madness" (tempura, 1982) by Andrew Wyeth. Write a poem."
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| "Moon Madness" (tempura, 1982) by Andrew Wyeth. |
No wolves for howling now
that is mythos anyway
We mark our territories with
wedding rings and property taxes instead
call upon our Gods under fluorescents
and leave our Mother outside
for the wolves
No wonder she is erratic
looms so close we could
scrape her like whipped cream
and paint the walls. Close enough
to kiss the Pacific.
She knocks on winter windows in vain
giving us light through reflection
But we can’t reflect for long enough
to see the light within us
She is a floating rock
but we are the mad ones
We are the ones who carry the weight
She seems to beg for
our howl
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