Triangular ObsessionSlowly they revolve about each other: The earth, the moon, and midnight. And who hears their words, their tears? Heaven and hell are both in hushed night skies. ****** Full Moon --------- She hangs low on the horizon and filled Pregnant with desire and calm The earth moves in her arms And we, we are reverent and stilled Watching the morning blossoms unfold Watching the water loose the land's hold Watching the aeries the eagles build She hangs low in the heavens a-gleam Creator of madness and lust The earth turns with desire, just As we, we bend and listen to silent screams Of broken rocks against the stormy sea Of violets wilting in a bowl, of you and me Locked in a compelling hurtful dream She hangs low on the horizon and proud Gentle, earth-friend and mother, alone The earth suckles wisdom from the full moon And we, we turn and kiss, aroused, With thoughts of spider's lace, champagne With thoughts of larks and rain With thoughts of words once spoke out loud On the Dark Tide ---------------- In the waning light we hover Sky ridden and silent, silently Bathing in silver-edged raindrops Sickle and slow, she rises to meet her amour Greets her dark lover with kisses and coldness And we weep, weep seeing the moon through starred tears In the waning light we haunt Stream laced forests, silent, silently Bathing in silver-shining waterfalls Quiescent and calling, she gleams first warm the chill Beams acceptance, remains inviolate and lone And we weep, weep for midnight rebuffed by the moon's tears In the waning light we huddle A-ground and silent, silently Bathe in silver-glowing flowers Faint and frightened, she turns and is embraced Burns from dark fingers' touch and crumbles And we weep, weep as midnight chews through the moon's light A Marriage of Earth and Midnight -------------------------------- Shall we wait, for evening's dark to steal Silently upon the world? Shall we wait For Beltane fires to be lit? Shall we wait For the harvests' ripening, for druid berries to heal, To soften minds' burden and open hearts' hurt? Shall we wait, tell me,'til nightshade flowers; 'Til child blossoms in the womb; 'til hunted beast cowers, Hungry and moss-low in the dirt? For this we shall wait. Shall we wait, yearning with fire and lies, Thirsting for elderberry wine? Shall we wait With stirring hearts and mind echoes of "Wait... Wait..." rebounding with sinking madness before our eyes, Shouting "Wait!" from shadow patched clearings and streams? Shall we wait, tell me, with our thoughts filled with sun; With dark inner cries; with desire hardly begun, Wafting ghostlike through our dreams? And so we shall wait. Dark, dark is the meadow; the trees At forest's edge brandish branches like quirts To whip back the stars peeking from darkness's skirts, To harry the clouds and subdue the breeze. Softly we wait, toes-to-ground, eyes-to-sky, alight With waiting in dark meadow stillness for night's pre-dawn hush, For wind-haunted darkness before morn's first blush, For the earth to melt and meld with midnight. ****** Heaven and hell lie side by side. Darkened skies will ever bind the two. For the gentle earth loves midnight As midnight loves the moon © 1989 Jennifer Bakal Copyright © 1995- 2021 Ostenta Fine Arts and the author |