MN poetry: Roberts Edwards’ “Accusing The Moon”
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Robert Edwards grew up in Detroit Lakes, studied with Thomas McGrath in Moorhead, then lived in St. Paul for many years. He currently lives near Seattle and is editor of Pemmican, an online poetry magazine. His books include Radio Venceremos, American Sounds, Transparencies, and Rumours of Earth (forthcoming).
Accusing The Moon
O moon,
you wear me out.
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I'm a live wire
carrying the warm oil
of your current.
I arc blue screams
to everything I pass.
Your light digs a grave
in my forehead.
Your light butters the rust
on all the abandoned cars
I want to drive over the ocean.
Your faces all look down
their noses at me.
Moon, hear me out.
I can't take much more of this.
You come with your scythes of light
and cut my grain down green.
You make me say goodbye
to everything I love
by introducing me to it.
- "Accusing The Moon" by Robert Edwards, as it appears in his collection Transparencies, published by Red Dragonfly Press. Reprinted here with permission by the publisher.
