Apothecary Moon
A cool salve of moon
to soothe the day’s fever
is a night medicinal
in a glass open jar
is a lip gloss of light
to soften rough edges
to kiss goodnight
the last of the day
_____Colleen Redman / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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August 18th, 2015 2:28 am
An nice original take on an old theme.
August 18th, 2015 8:46 am
The soothing of the moonlight.. what a lovely way to look at the moon.. a lipgloss of light.. lovely.
August 18th, 2015 9:34 am
Beautiful !!!
August 18th, 2015 10:00 am
Like the image of night as a glass jar of healing.
August 18th, 2015 11:13 am
well written !!
August 18th, 2015 2:50 pm
LOVE the title, and the premise that the moon has such soothing balm. Lovely.
August 18th, 2015 4:24 pm
lovely imagery…
ah, “in a glass open jar” had me picturing those old brown bottles. there was a smell to them, sweet but metallic, so that i could almost tell when they were in a box in my basement before the rattling gave ’em away.
also, your poem made me think of how cure and ailment are malleable… (over time, society, culture, etc.)
August 18th, 2015 4:58 pm
i can smell the wax of your moon. Thanks for putting lip gloss on it
August 18th, 2015 6:20 pm
Beautiful.
August 19th, 2015 12:22 pm
I love everything about this from title to poem. “a cool salve of moon” applied generously. Beautiful piece
August 20th, 2015 12:14 am
Love it.
August 22nd, 2015 9:59 am
Nice. Shot of whiskey, perhaps, whiskey moon.