Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
–Sylvia Plath, “You’re”
feet to the stars
two places at once
and moon-skulled–
who will ride the ghost horse?
two places at once
floating on nothing–
who will ride the ghost horse,
the pulse of here and now?
floating on nothing
above the bones of the landscape–
the pulse of here and now
on every breath–
above the bones of the landscape,
casting the spirit away
on every breath–
sojourners through the dark,
casting the spirit away,
spiraled like serpents–
sojourners through the dark,
upside down, reversed,
spiraling like serpents
and moon-skulled–
upside down, reversed–
feet to the stars
This is what I was trying to post when I realized they had switched me to the block editor and I could not figure out how to add an image. I actually did finally figure it out, but I still dislike it and find all the extra steps necessary to put a post together annoying. I am glad to still be able to do things the simple and direct way through WP Admin.
Jade, at dVerse, posted in Poetics about clowns and their many manifestations. She gave us a choice of using clown in our poem, or using a line from one of the three poems she provided for illustration. I chose the Plath line quoted above–could I resist the word “moon-skulled”?
K. 
Moon-skulled and that ghost horse, the questioning, ought to be unsettling, but I find this poem soothing. hard to say why but the word choice isn’t menacing. I love the feet to the stars too.
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Thanks Jane. I don’t find skulls or skeletons unsettling at all– they are beautiful and I have always loved to draw them. They seem much closer kin to the universe than flesh somehow.
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Yes. They are its bones, the framework.
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Such a lovely and immersing piece!
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I had the same reaction as Jane. Perhaps it’s the repetition. This was a prompt I missed, but moon-skulled is wonderful, as is your ghost horse–and the questioning pantoum.
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Thanks Merril. I wrote this so long ago I’m not sure where it came from– but that line from Plath grabbed me right away.
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K, this was worth the wait. One thing I notice right away is that every critter has its own satellite. I imagine their orbits have disappeared and they are:
“sojourners through the dark,
upside down, reversed,”
So much going on with the collage but there is a feeling of togetherness as we all float, free of gravity, through this dark.
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Thanks Jade. Those are all my photos of the moon that I printed out to use for the collsge. I do believe we are all in this together, all of life, as sojourners through the dark.
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