Moonglade
In the promised bath the nightbird
Weeps its tenured song into
Bright patches glittering
In absence of people the silent fish
Talk to one another in bubbles
Creeping up to kiss the moonglade
The mirror moon spreads itself
And through miniature wavelets
Comes together
Moonglade...I don't think I've ever heard that word before. Have you ever seen a moonbow?
ReplyDeleteI used to listen to this podcast about words and that's where I found that word. I think Moonglade is defunct now. I have not seen one, but I'm intrigued.
DeleteBeautiful word. I love the stories you tell through poems and fiction.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ben.
DeleteAhh! You're such a great poet. I love dis here poem you wrote.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much,Reina. Your praise is most gratifying.
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