FABULOUSNESS VIA FITFUL SLEEP
Finally, Virginia
Yet another love song to the Wolf Moon
“..for unless I am myself, I am nobody” ~Virginia Woolf
Finally I got clean sheets on the bed and turned off the lamp, except –
wouldn’t you know –
anthracite theta waves kept jostling my raft like snores from a bedmate.
As 3 a.m. crested, my vessel surrendered to the Lighthouse’s song to the moon
steering itself note by note, light mote by light motet to my front steps — emerald grasses lapping the dock as if I, too, were in Venice on my honeymoon.
Finally kicking back sheets of the past to the foot of the bed.
Evolving like emerald over multi-faceted ages.
Moon the third eye my heart steers by.
Shadowed, broody, crackled in bruising ego eclipsed by a Kiss from Virginia’s wolverine soul singing
Oh, moon, stay for a moment.*
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2022
*Lyric from Song to the Moon, from Dvorak’s opera, Rusalka
A ‘tone poem’ written in a slightly tweaked response to Paper Poetry’s prompt. Thank you, Indubala Kachhawa, Carolyn Hastings, Suntonu Bhadra.
Thank you, dearest readers, for dreaming with me. And thank you, Antonin Dvorak, for a gorgeous song to our gorgeous moon. It never fails to inspire me.
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