THE MOON OVER ALBION
by Xenia Sunic
She emerged late one night
Heavy–orbed and unnaturally red
Pregnant with some strange powers
Over Albion.
Forests of never-dying city-dazzling lights
Always in conflict with her celestial appearance,
And the maddening crowd twitching for short excitements
Ignoring the beauty of her sudden sight.
She remained with herself,
Her bygone worshippers; long time dead,
And now finding a hideout within a white cloud,
Then powerfully emerging, madly lightning,
Over the ancient waters and stones of Albion.
Her mystery absorbed; carried on the wings of an Albatross
Over the distant seas, reflecting in the deepest waters
Far away from the mechanical city lights
That obliterate the living darkness of the nights,
And the mystery of her existence.
Hail to thee, that carry us over to shores of after-life,
Through your glimmering moonlight gardens
To the worlds of unknown time,
Through your mighty pull and cosmic flow
To everlasting deathless otherness.
The Moon over Albion!
Posted by Fred Scrooby on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 01:36 | #
What a beautiful poem. Thanks so much for posting that. (Gorgeous photo as well!) I agree completely with Soren, there’s definitely a place for poetry at this blog. (Constantin’s last poem, set during World War I, was also quite good.)