So I’m going on Friday to Austin to read my poem aloud before I have no idea how many people. I’ve never done something like this before, so I am NERVOUS. Here is the poem that’s going into the anthology…I’m trying to memorize it so I don’t have to have a paper in my hand while I’m reciting it.
The moon is tangled in the trees
abandoned there by autumn breeze;
she cries aloud but no one knows
the noise above the sound of crows
all rising now to take their flight
against the winter’s lonely night.
I stand and gaze upon her face
and understand the words she says:
her terror of the coming frost,
her sorrow at the dreams she lost,
her fear of beauty fading fast
her knowledge that no joy can last
her vision dimming with the dawn,
her freedom being all but gone.
Her halo spreads like arms aloft
beseeching to once more be tossed
upon the sea of atmosphere
away from grounded woe and tears.
But wedged in branch and caught in leaf
the wind is but a bitter thief
to leave the precious, lovely thing
a bauble on a broken string.