writing in the moon

shall I write for you
dear reader
the way a fish might do
in swirls and circles
through the water
barely faint disturbance
to the placid surface

all energy
under-current

alternative
the wagtail
curlicues and exclamations
spattered all across the page

aura-format memoranda
of an excitement
hard contained

should I pen
my name in sparkler red
and orange
a continuous flow
of letters
until the glow fades
and you cannot see me
writ before you
anymore

ought I for you
as the feather
quilling in
a free-float of words
that gentle
around suggested meanings
and take their time
to reach a point
but pretty
so very pretty
on their wafted way

perhaps you’d care
to puff them back
a never concluded
sentence suspended
as a mystery in air

or better
if I etch in echoes
of the words you say
you say you say
paraphrase
to let you read on paper
that I can hear you
clean and clear
and clear
but ever
more
faintly

perhaps a smelt
the way the sun
imprints
through heat and sear
burnt like rage
at the height of noon

but no

the lunar sphere has words
that seem to me
more elegant
silver
was always more
the colour
I wrote best

I will in silver

the way the moon

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© Frank Prem, 2003

02/12/2017