Words, Wide Night
-by Carol Ann Duffy
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
There are some tempting writing prompts out there this week but nothing is coming to me. Lately, I am in a mood- and feel the need- to read poetry by the great ones. I selected this poem not because it describes me personally at this time (although it describes me at times in my past) but because it seemed to fit this photo I took of the full moon on Saturday night. The lighted window is in my small office off the kitchen.
The mystical moon energized an owl and its hoot connected me to an essence within me that is more moon than woman. I am glad for winter's end to come alive to such feelings again.