Everyone liked to write poetry in high school, right? And even for a while after that? That’s how I started out writing. And yet, while poetry becomes some people’s main form of artistic expression, the process sort of faded away for me, leaving fictional stories in its wake.
But I’ve been excavating some of my old poems — and I think I’m going to start resurrecting them. Some are a little too dark and emo to share, I think (yeah, I was one of those emo kids); but others have something of the symphony in them. I’ve discarded the old titles, in order to present them afresh.
And so, to kick off the Symphony Series . . .
Symphony in White
Shine down, Moon, all through the night
To make the eerie darkness bright
And turn the evil blackness white.
Shine down, Moon, and keep us safe
In shadowed corners were demons wait;
Save us, Moon, from smoky hands
That reach and twist from the Goblin Man.
Is that his name?
What is he called?
If you tried, Moon —
Could you save us all?
The world is large — I know that now.
Are you hiding, Moon, in the mist of clouds?
If you cannot slip down worldly rungs —
Then sail around and wake the Sun.