Night is a threadbare memorial

Hammocked in the soft
seeded fray

of my haggard clothes. The
night looks

beautiful held before
the moon

where moth holes merges
with the bitten

out sky. Where stars
become eyes

and I am almost
near enough

to see your light.

Author's Note

2017

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Moonlight and stars always do it for me. Lovely imagery here and reminds me of me, searching out the night sky for answers when there may not be any. There is comfort in old clothes. Old ones, moth eaten and worn, but like a skin to you. I liked the.comfort of old clothes, the familiarity against the distance and wonderment of the night sky. .Lovely work Eilis.

Chris

[Eilis]

Thank you, Chris. Yes, the familiarity was important to me. I’m glad to read that was a thread you picked up on.

I’m pleased to hear from you on this one. Thanks for stopping by. I do appreciate your thoughts.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This reads like the protagonist is taking a deep breath and sighing after a hectic day. Here in the comfort of soft night she is wrapped in her comfy clothes, feeling safe as she looks on the heavens with wonder.

[Eilis]

That’s a nice peaceful scene from you, John. Sometimes night in itself exudes that cocooning feeling. Thanks for coming by and reading. As ever, it is appreciated.

[kentuck14]

This lyric takes us to a heightened moment of meditation . . . something the moon does to us in the well of its gravitational pull. It not only draws the seas back and forth, but draws our imagination to and fro.
I sense this poem was written out of some deep personal thoughts which remain a mystery . . . perhaps even to the poet.
T

[Eilis]

That is true, Tom. Much of what I write remains mysterious to me. It has its origins in otherwise, but it often helps me to understand myself better if I give it time.

Beautiful review from you. Thanks for popping by. Always appreciate your visits.

[kentuck14]

Have you ever read Jane Kenyon . . . I think you would appreciate her.
T

[Eilis]

I think I have read her in passing, but I will seek out her work and become familiar with it. Thanks for the recommendation, T

[Robert Trakofler]

if you are saying that you have slowly transcended your body to become the stars and yet still gaze searching and still cannot see the light of your love than yes I would say this poem has merit

[Eilis]

There are times when that feels true, Robert. Ha. But I won’t admit that that was my intention in writing the poem. More just an expression of missing someone and feeling connected to them in absence. I suppose that’s a kind of transcendence.

Thanks for offering your perspective, always appreciate it..

[gram linski]

this has great merit, moth holes merge with the bitten out sky, class, threadbare, haggard, bedraggled the second hand thrift store mind looking towards the eyes in the stars, great poem, Eilis

[Eilis]

Thanks again, Gram. I’m pleased to hear you feel there’s something here. I also liked the bitten out sky but wasn’t sure if the rest of the poem was enough.

And, I love the idea of a thrift store mind. I do get most of my books at thrift stores, so maybe that descriptor could actually work for me, ha.

Looking forward to visiting your page after the weekend. Very busy through tomorrow. But, I have a nice ramble especially for your Jim Morrison poem. :D

Thanks again