Born again

photoart & poem – ©2017 Laura Granby

evidently there are two sides at least
for each and every three dimensional
and so too the moon we are told
has one that we shall never see
a  lunar conundrum of numbers
the obverse obscurely occult but not always dark
a far flung flank that triggers intrigue

yet here also is a full face familiar as our own projection
a cyclical silver scythe that cuts the night sky
becomes a pearl button glowing at the throat of crooners
and spooners of-course laid low on love
before the passion passes with the phase

the penultimate phase when the moon flips
when incipient yin beams like a full-on beacon
and the faintest of falcates fades
three days and nights it hangs in stranded obsolescence
animation in suspension – tension – apprehension
an expectation that the stencilled crescent will rise
newer than the born again

Written for Susan’s Midweek Motif: “Dark Moon, New Moon