Caught In A Moonbeam

We all have that beast within us: the side of us that we desperately try to hide. Here's a brief contemplation into that darker side of ourselves, and why it can be so hideous.

The moon has captivated me

            enrapturing me in the darkness of the night

            with my face to the sky

                  I’m bathed in the inky moonbeams

      Casting shadows upon my face, upon my soul

 

I dance the dance of the werewolf,

            frolicking amongst the shadows

      But my only victim is myself

 

By day, I stand in the light,

                              I cover my face

But by night I embrace the haunts who run wild

            allowing the ebony shadows to sing a lullaby

                              to numb our consciousness

    to deaden our conscienceness

 

      I run with the pack of the night

                  but as we hide in the darkness,

            We cannot see each other.

 

We see only the bright moon,

            elusive in its light

      Casting shadows in the night

I hide in its hues

            dance the dance of death tonight

      For the moon has captivated me.

 

Diedre Bonner

Author's Note

I'm very keen on why you liked it. If a particular line caught your attention, why? What do you imagine the narrator to be referring to metaphorically (or is it literal?)?

As always, I'm very open to constructive criticisms.

Thanks for taking the time to read it!

Reviews

[Honeypot]

There's a lot to like about this poem. First, I love the way the stanzas are staggered. It plays well with the restless theme of the poem. Second was the night versus day. Its not good versus bad, but maybe conservative versus wild, free.

I particularly liked, "I dance the dance of the werewolf" and "I run with the pack of the night". They both sound like wild abandon, like a heart and soul letting loose and being their true self.

Its a great poem.