4 Metaphors About The Moon Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

Cristina M. Moldoveanu

Cristina M. Moldoveanu

Bucharest
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4 Metaphors About The Moon



I.
My heart is a well within, where clear waters raise if it rains,
mixed with mud.
The moon inside it grows and dwindles continuously.
She breaks for me her bread, I share with her my water.
The more dreams I carry on my back, the more she shines brighter.


II.
Because of too many shadows my road is darker
and I hid in the hollow of an old tree. Tomorrow it will be cut down.
The bloody knife is on the ground, covered with dust.
I feel like a woman who has never had a shadow,
either sunshine or moonlight.


III.
Right before dawn, when dreams knock loudly at my conscience gate,
a gray orchid grows under my eyelids.
A night butterfly asleep on the white sugar bowl.
What if the moon itself was nothing but the imprint of a dry flower
on the iris of a child's eye?


IV.
If you dare to pass by the corner of a poet's house in Venice,
a black gate towards the old attic will open.
There the moon turns on a gramophone record.
Always the same tune, over waters and rice fields, beyond dams and oceans,
beyond white birds migrations in any season.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leah Ayliffe 27 May 2014

Absolutely gorgeous. I am in love with the beautiful imagery of these verses.

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