stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .

The roots of an Exquisite Corpse–like Halloween–are planted in Surrealism. Given that, I tried to give myself license not to take myself too seriously when it came to rattling the skeletal threads of this Corpse together into a sequential body which, I hope, proves to be more treat than trick. (I’m not quite sure what I’d call the end result, but nevertheless it was fun . . .)

A huge thank you to all my Exquisite Corpse participants, appearing after Van Brock’s and my opening stanzas, in the following order: i. Rachel Sutcliffe; ii. Belinda Broughton; iii. Jim Sullivan; iv. Adelaide Shaw; v. David Terelinck; vi. Mary Frederick Ahearn; vii. Belinda Broughton.  Happy Halloween! Good sports, with lovely bones, one and all!

Circling My Night Sky . . .

i.

Margaret , sorry:
all else should be more lovely,
with stars, planets, moons.

stars, planets, moons–
so many old friends I see
circling my night sky

circling my night sky
all the stars I’ve loved
and lost

ii.

lost
and found, circling
stars, planets, moons

stars, planets, moons
the child chatters about
infinity

infinity:
the many permutations
of stars, planets, moons

iii.

Stars, planets, moons–
a wife’s wink clears the day

clearing the day circling my night

iv.

circling my night sky
dark clouds racing
as fast as my heart

fast as my heart
dark clouds racing . . .

v.

circling my night sky
this borrowed moonlight
unsettles the senses

unsettled: five stars circling
my borrowed night sky

vi.

circling my night sky
remnants of dreams
you deign to grace

saying grace 
under a moonlit sky

vii.

circling my night sky . . .
the dream me
and Owl

and me, circling
the light of the moon

(Apologies to Rachel Sutcliffe for previously misattributing her lovely haiku . . . )

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