Heart Of The Matter
Secrets Of The Yellow Moon
An ochre yellow moon suspended low in northern sky,
Illuminating wispy clouds as they went passing by,
The view was slightly spooky, an Alfred Hitchcock scene,
Did I really see the vision there or was it just a dream,
Dared not to blink, avert my eyes, perchance to see it go,
Instead I stared with hand on heart into the afterglow,
The clouds it seemed were static and held on to the rain,
The midnight sky was black as coal that fuels a deep disdain,
Uneasy was the feeling as I watched the clouds unfold,
Relinquishing the secrets that remain as yet untold,
I clasped my hands as if to pray for mercy for my soul,
And in the distance, right on cue, I heard a church bell toll,
A flash of premonition seemed to light the doom filled sky,
A white gull silhouetted black and morbid to the eye,
The secrets of the yellow moon lay scattered on the lawn,
I left them there to germinate, and gathered them at dawn.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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Secrets Of The Yellow Moon
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