a bright yellow moon
raining heat down my rough skin
its silence a toneless laughter
melting frozen sky to a warm pool
of colorless, translucent rainbows
at my feet.
The sky tastes bitter yet sweet,
like lingonberry jam or raspberry tart.
The laughter is silent yet LOUD, powerful.
The absence of tone and sound, deafening.
The brilliant light of the yellow moon
blinding but fading,
darkened by a particular
My toes scraping smooth shells
in the cold, shaded sand
on an endless shore
of lace-scattered dreams.
Copyright June 23 Stacie Eirich
Today’s poem was written in response to the prompt @Toads, which asked us to write a poem with unexpected descriptions. In doing so, I’ve tried to combine words, images and feelings that seem opposite. Wet with dry, rough with soft, light with dark, cold with heat, color with its absence, happy with sad, bitter with sweet and silence with noise. I wanted more time to dig deeper and explore these sensations more, but my writing moments are more like stolen bits of time this summer. So I think I will revisit this by the light of the moon tonight-which seems fitting. To me, to explore our senses and write from both emotion and experience is the heart of poetry. Thanks to Susie @Toads for the inspiration.