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The images here are
not imagined ones. I saw the moon in question in the parking lot of my
local supermarket. The full moon, seen indistinctly through the clouds,
seemed vaguely menacing. A friend suggested that the poem is an
allegory, but, if it is, the subject is buried deep in my subconscious.
Read into it what you will.
When I saw the
moon, the phrase “milky moon” came immediately to mind. I did not, of
course, mean white, as in milk glass, but having the appearance
of the opalescent glass often used in representational church windows at
the turn of the last century. Anyway, I liked the alliteration, even if
“opalescent moon” might have been a more correct literal description.
The poem was
finished 9/21/2008, but I had started it a few days before.
— LED, 9/22/2008
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