A Moon Shaped Pool
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Three new poems inspired by the title of Radiohead's new album, A Moon Shaped Pool.
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Something like regret gnaws at the edges of his stomach as he walks through his field, the once groomed path now plagued by those sharp dandelions that make bare feet impossible.
A song was
written here, about a fingernail moon that hung on a dark night over this
field, once her field… the pond, still hers and somehow always will be. The
blackbirds want it this way. They will mind her future, and the windmill will
remember the score.
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Something
like hunger hovers at the edges of her stomach as she walks through her
new garden, a green constellation connected overhead by strings, soft moss held in
place.
She has built
water into the plan again, this time with less abandon, carefully reflecting between
beachcombed rocks under her planted web. The same moon, a different pool, a
changed face, new stars.
–Laura
–Laura
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-2-
Pre Flight.
With a bend and dip,
I graze my toes across the surface of the pool.
In the night, my skin flashes the color of bleached bone.
My foot, now a parched and prehistoric creature,
Searching for respite under the wet crust rippling before me.
A blinking galaxy falls in strands behind me.
Tiny stars snapping and sparking
The sound of fire and breaking branches.
I stand at the edge of the undiscovered world,
With flip flops, and crackling hair,
The scent of molding patio furniture and damp towels,
Hanging heavy in the air.
Flight.
One deep breath
One brave step
One descent.
A sinking rocket,
A muted skeleton,
Rushing down,
To claim the floor of the watery moon as home.
Touchdown.
–Rhya
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-3-
Front crawl when it's waxing,
breaststroke when it's waning,
and butterfly when the moon is full,
gasping wings around the craters.
–Lindsay
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