Image for the poem Crescent


You force upon me  
a misty recall, bringing
our duel seasons into focus  

while segmenting an orange  
as I absent-mindedly  
walk the garden.  
A waxing crescent moon  
ascends for a  
third evening in a row  
racing the juice that runs  
up my arms  
for its first sticky taste.  
These thoughts unchanging  
a day's unrelenting heat  
that transforms a night  
that’s still too warm to wear  
my hair unbound.  
We live different halves,  
opposing lives  
same endless horizon.  
Faint light hooks the  
ends of damp hair  
in that moment of solstice  
when how lovely the  
scent of rind  
won't wash off me for days.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 30th Jun 2018
Author's Note
A reply letter of correspondence in the linked conversation in the DUP competition “Envelopes of Air”.
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