孤独な月 (Lonely moon)

Written for Paul Brookes' ekphrastic challenge - one poem a day in April 2021. 

The art works for this day are by Jane Cornwell, "Inner Truth" by Kerfe Roig and "Autumn Fruits" by John Law

 

 

 

 

孤独な月

A solo renga

 

Solitary moon

smoothly phased the passing time
as our seasons turned.

Starlight, forged in distant fire, 

cannot reach this room, this life,

or her hand, cold to my touch.

 

Autumn fruits have come;
rain-filled, juice-drenched, succulent.
They quickly perish. 

Bloodless fingers hold a wreath

in winter white. Graveyard gates

are covered in uncaring frost. 

 

Grasses grow, trees bend

in the gales of spring, tides ebb

and flow, rocks erode.

The sun seeks my skin, summer

will not come this year. I shun

its warmth, reject its healing. 

Do not wait for me. 

Beyond moon and furthest stars.
I will never come. 

Tim Fellows 2021