The moon is leaving too soon.
A bell of a glistening bugle,
it swirls silvery notes
through half-closed blinds
across the early-morning room,
composing a refracted lyric
next to the antique mirror
and a picture of a child
playing near a river.
A solo reveille
to wake and hear.
She lies drowsy,
emerging from the dream
she lives over and over,
dark red hair
tucked against the cool pillow,
body molded in a white blanket,
like snow over a recent grave.
Motionless, but present,
she slowly focuses
settling on the shimmering script
flickering on the pale wall.
A message so brief
it will cease to exist:
Wake up, sweet mourner.
Look beyond your bed.
Night is ending.
Night has ended.
Shed your grief.
Bury your dead.
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An earlier version of Reveille was published by the Delta Poetry Review in its June 2019 issue.
Categories: Poetry, Selection: 2019
Jonathan!!
I love both poems (though quite different) so very much. The first makes my heart ache. And the second, oh the second, makes me wonder if you’ve been reading my mind of late.
Congratulations. Well done!
Anne
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Thanks, Anne, for taking the time to comment on my poems. Truly, truly appreciated. Best, Jonathan
Hi Jonathan,
Thank you for this beautiful gift of words and thoughts and images all crafted into a well-dreamt poem.
Julie Barshinger