Cortege (a poem)

Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano is to write in a different way than usual, whether that be in a different form or style, using different imagery or words, etc. The poem I wrote just before this one probably achieves that goal more successfully—but I like this one better. It was inspired by a couple of Jon Hassell pieces (Last Night the Moon Came and Amsterdam Blue (Cortege)) I was listening to on Pandora…

I
Last night the moon came
Condensation formed on the window pane
the occasional droplet making a convoluted path down the glass
before falling onto a solitary leaf
waiting several feet below

Lights across the way passively sparkled
a function of angles, line of sight
and the arc of Luna’s trajectory
among the stars in the midnight sky
before another droplet began its descent

II
The blue of Amsterdam in a fictitious tale
shelters the woman from intrusive glances
as she glides along an empty street
guided by the moon in the midnight sky
toward a place she once knew as home

Beneath the covers, he now lies still
the moon has come to say her last goodbye
one last kiss through a dewy window
before the lonely woman in Amsterdam blue
closes the curtains one last time

(27 May 2015)