The Old Woman Gets Drunk with the Moon
The moon is rising everywhere;
The moon's my favorite easy chair,
My tin pot-top, my green plum tree,
My brassy buttoned cavalry
Tap-dancing up a crystal stair.
O watch them pitch and take the air!
Like shoo fly pies and signal flares,
Like clotted cream and bumblebees,
The moons are rising.
How hits-the-spot, how debonair,
What swooned balloons of savoir faire,
What purr of rain-blurred bright marquees
That linger late, that wait for me,
Who'll someday rest my cold bones there
In moons that rise up everywhere.
- Hailey Leithauser
If you love words and wordplay, don't miss her dizzying series of short poems inspired by words from The Grandiloquent Dictionary. Leithauser's techinical skill dazzles, and her imagination just doesn't quit. Don't be lulled by the humor. Some of the poems are quite dark, and most ask you to turn them over in your mind and come back to them several times, as the best poems do. The poet honors wit, heart and self-interrogation - all three.
This week's Poetry Friday round-up is being hosted by Betsy at I Think in Poems. Head over there to see what other people have posted. And thanks, Betsy! And Happy New Year, One and All!
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