The Full Moon
huge and golden
seemed to bounce
to our rhythm
as we rode
that tiny motorbike,
hired from strangers,
fast and eager
alongside the paddies –
to make love
our first time,
in dreamy Bali.
Many months later,
back in Melbourne,
I heard you
that last time –
riding away forever,
further and further,
your own bike
large and purring
across the night,
while I lay
awake, listening long,
at Dark Moon.
Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Dark Moon, New Moon
Also written for the facebook group THE POETRY OF THREE, Three Words Per Line
Also written for the facebook group THE POETRY OF THREE, Three Words Per Line
I am intrigued by the three word per line form. And adore the love story...imagine making love for the first time in Bali....whoo! and then the sound of the motorcycle fading away.....sigh. Been there.
ReplyDeleteI eventually realised they're supposed to be end-stopped lines, which makes it a bit harder.
Delete2 sides of moon, 2 sides of love. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteTwo wonderful contrasting stanzas. Profound and poignant.
ReplyDeleteRosemary, this is a lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteMoving A shame that a full moon changes into a dark moon
ReplyDeleteVery unique 3-lined offering Rosemary! Yes, it's not easy!
ReplyDeleteHank
The beauty and dark side of love well captured!
ReplyDeleteSuch a gorgeous, gorgeous form, Rosemary!❤️ I love how the emotion flows down like rivulets especially; "while I lay awake, listening long, at Dark Moon." Beautifully executed!❤️
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteYour story is so beautifully told. I enjoyed it so much.
ReplyDeleteI love the formatting of this, Rosemary. My heart caught at
ReplyDelete"riding away forever,
further and further,
your own bike
large and purring
across the night,"
Changing moon, changing fortunes. Sad.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem, a wonderful reminiscence. It fits the theme so very well, and my heart goes thump, thump a bit as I read!
ReplyDeletethis was so romantic, I'm smiling at the tenderness. Underneath the dark moon love was made, yup!
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast of the bouncy full moon and the dark one. Sometimes the full moon reminds me of the bouncing ball used to read the poetry of night sky.
ReplyDeleteI liked the way you have juxtaposed these two sides of the same coin, Rosemary. A poignant and very nostalgic poem working well with the image of the full and new moon...
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