I normally bring you guest poetry on a Monday but I don’t have any in hand (see https://morgenbailey.wordpress.com/post-weekend-poetry for my guidelines) so I went on WordPress.com where you can see other bloggers’ posts (by various topics) and this poem was the ‘freshest’ one in. Other than needing a space between ‘a poetI hoped’, I really liked it. The blogger behind tangerinedream12 blog posted this “for my friends” – maybe he / she will make new ones by me sharing this. 🙂
The yellow moon
orphaned begins her conversations
Nordic gods hammer me
of women hunters in the belly of
the whale cries to my soul.
Days on the move travelling
sometimes drunk and sometimes
illuminated like some mad Russian
poet looking for his mother.
Everything is gone;
orphaned I arrived with a belly
full of vodka and a million stories
I had visions of Rimbaud
under the northern lights,
a poetI hoped to be.
copyright 2014 black dog press.
from an anthology on the poet
Arthur Rimbaud published by
Blind Dog Press