The Moon Bleeds

In amidst the colourful palette of Seville,

He cannot hear the happiness through cobbled stones.

Feeling the heaviness of his tired uneven steps,

The rattling of his tumbledown bones.

No warmth caresses his solitude that waits,

With a fleeting sense of desperation.

Illumined by the sun to the mystery of life,

The muse had long left his inspiration.

He waits judiciously for some warmth,

Gnarled fingers upside down, stretched, waiting

Digging into the flesh of your thoughts.

Nudging your conscience without overstating.

Euros now clutched like precious jewels

He ambles slowly through the fabrics of the night,

Smelling of sadness and orange blossom,

A hunch backed figure a shambling sight.

As I watch him parade his caducity,

Amazed that his body still breathes and sighs.

Learned once he made necklaces from seashells,

Threads inside me unfold my spirit sighs.

A human being nearing the end of his journey,

I take leave in silence without tears,

As he prepares his blanket on the ground.

Another night under stars, another few beers.

Realising everything returns to where it came from.

The sun teases the sky as evening stalls,

I note the moon bleeds if the sun bites her,

I hear a lonesome bird cry as violet dusk falls.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

This is both beautiful and moving, Madeira. It conjures the picture of your old man and his barebones existence very well. I love the line 'I note the moon bleeds if the sun bites her,'.Nicely done.

[barleygirl]

One of my very old aunts went up into the hills & went out of touch with everyone to die on her own terms. Nobody ever saw or heard from her again. I always considered that to be a bizarre & romantic way to go to the finish line. I’ve even thought of doing something similar myself. Your poem describes such an interesting final scene with a ton of graceful imagery, which makes death feel like a beautiful passing, not a sad situation. It just goes to show, we all view death differently & I like to think of it as something that could be filled with natural beauty. I love the way you use vivid details of imagery thru-out (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Madeira]

Thank you so much for the wonderful review, I am so pleased you like this

[emmajoy]

An extraordinary piece of writing. controlled wording but.. yet filled to the brim with emotion and insight. Tragically beautiful phrasing, 'He ambles slowly through the fabrics of the night, ~ Smelling of sadness and orange blossom.. ',

[Madeira]

Thank you so much for your wonderful review, I am so pleased you enjoyed this

[Phill Oz O'fee]

I could feel the sadness as the stanzas cascaded down through this write - poetically poignant observation of a lost soul! Great read … :-)

[Madeira]

Thank you so much for your review Phill, I really appreciate you taking the time to read