Fallen moon

This is a sample poem from my second book "Chosen vanities"

Last night while the dogs were heard howling by
The perimeter fence, grinning, baring their teeth
At strangers foolhardy enough to look
At the fallen ruins of a guarded lie
In a burned-out building, haunted by speeches
By songs, by unrealities
By emptier words on an empty stage
By the pointless anger and the pitiless rage
By the news that the moon fell from the sky
On a calm, unhurried, mist-hidden night
In the winter time, storm-driven, disturbed
To lie drowning, half-naked, in an icy river
But as most of the city was sleeping, I
A wanderer, rescued her, lifeless and cold
Resurrecting her image once more to my mind
No more broken in vengeful iconoclasm
I dragged her from the water and silently
Saw her live again, still, she did not answer
Though I spoke to her softly as if in farewell
As if to forget all the agony seen
In her sad grey eyes and reflected glory

(c) Edward Rhodes (2013)