He babbles away to the moon

The mad poet

He babbles away to the moon

moonlight infests him
its pallor driving him insane

He grapples with its coolness
his mind rumpled with pain

The night akin to a curse
invokes urges in him profane

he stands spitting at the wind
that returns with sharp disdain

smacking his crusty, wrathful mouth
spewing unholy quatrains

with his own drool wandering
down his matted beard again

He babbles away to the moon

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Not a shred of romance here. Makes a change from the usual moonlight and love scenes. This guy is haunted by the moonlight. Cursed by it. No wonder he is uttering his own profanities. No howling wolves, just a mad poet here doing his own thing.

Chris

[AJNJ]

As I intended :)
Thank you Chris

[FJ Davis]

"Mad," I would say, because he apparently sees no beauty.
His is the basest of existences; love finds no place in him.
Poor man.
Whether meant comically or tragically, a poem well portrayed!

[AJNJ]

Love this review FJ. He’s an outcast. Filthy inside out. Broken by his own self. He blames the moon. Thanks.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

I don't know what brought this into your mind but I can picture that scene reading it loud.

Well written.

[AJNJ]

Thank you Kay