Sunday, January 28, 2007


A spiggle, lizardette, and many tree goblins
merry-go-round the small globe
of a microbe. Encased in safety
till spring heralds growth
and a ripe time for mischief.

Then out they'll spring from their cracker box
to bring children a measle or sniffle,
changing shadows in bedtime corners
and tricksing from storybooks.

Tingling all along the wild, child, edges of imaginings,
they wriggle a gigglesome terror,
igniting the potential of darkness
like any worthwhile nightmare.


Blogger Chris Never said...

What the hell, I posted a comment on this yesterday...*sighs*


What I said was, I love a poem that makes me view something from another perspective, as this piece has done.I never would have come up with this, it is very cool.

12:56 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks Chris. I've had a few comments of my own disappear on me the last few days. weird huh?

This picture made me think of those children's animations done with silhouettes. It's a style I've always liked a lot.

1:32 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Where did you think up giggleknots lol.

I love new words, havent ivented any for a while *grins*

2:59 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

invented it. along with spiggle,


6:04 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Well spiggle is of course, pure gold

reminds me of a story I once heard,
wanna hear it?

of course you do *gleaming eyes*

Once upon a moment
there was a sunset
dressed in all the vestaments
of evening come

She shimmered
when small children were gathered
into the arms of their mothers

She sighed
when the lovers leaned
into each other
and created a lone tree
on the horizon

She wept
when the rain came
loving the harmonies
she could create with tears
and life bringing moisture

This one particular late afternoon
as sunset was waking and preparing
to take place of day
a sound caught her attention

Curling around her feet
was a small spiggle
tail swishing this way and that

Sunset gathered the spiggle into
her arms and hugged it close
and as she did so
the spiggle was heard to whisper

I know where pure gold lies
would you follow me?

Sunset was moments away
and miles beyond
not to mention
days passed
so she threw caution to the wind
and caution was heard to complain
bitterly about such treament

and she put spiggle down
and followed it

Across the tattered remains of
the past they wandered
over the hills
under the hills
beneath the veils of the sun

until they came to a small hut

very similar to the one
sunset lived in

She tapped tentatively upon the door

and had to shield her eyes
as Sunrise appeared framed
in the opening
blazing morning
leaping from every part of him

A sillouette
in sunlight

Sunset opened her mouth
to apologise for the intrusion

But before the words could be spoken

He kissed her
touched her cheek
told her how he had always loved
the promise of night she brought

And the spiggle
danced and laughed
and leaped into the pure gold
of light they made together

2:04 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

geez Chris ... wanna hear a funny coincidence?

Last night I was looking through a few pictures I had on file and decided to use one as my new desktop picture.

Guess what it was titled?

'melting gold'

and guess what it's a picture of ...

a sunset!

I'll post it up above for you to see.

Is that not a bit spooky?

4:29 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Spooky , nah, I dont find it freaky at all *smiles broadly*.

I think, poetically speaking

we are on the same path

differing voices
hearing the same music and speaking
it in our own way.

We are tuned to the same station
to a certain extent kid.

Its all good :)

4:34 PM  

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