Selena
I recall the day
she was thin
wearing a new
eggshell white t-shirt
innocently smiling
The passage of time
reshaped her views
becoming impartial
to the crescent
and the cross
Continuing to mature
languor set in
her spirit seemingly
broken in half
her desires numb
Feeding on earth
she became pregnant
with knowledge
bulging like a gibbous
and loud as a siren
Her finest moment
exposes all that is dark
shining light on
an uncertain world
full of hope
and trepidation
august two thousand twelve
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Who is Selena?
Selene or Selena is the Greek Goddess of the Moon 🙂
I asked that because this poem had me a bit confused…. 🙂
You know well I love your poems- all of them!
Thanks so much for revisiting, Lola. So glad you enjoy my poetry.
Very fine on many levels. As usual, you pack a lot in a small suitcase.
Thanks so much, Kris, very much appreciate your patronage 🙂
This is a wonderful idea. And how you write about the moon as a young girl maturing into womanhood.
Thank you, Björn. So glad you enjoyed this one.