Poems to share from the Pente Poets.

She

I am the she who rules the night

steals myriad stars from earthly sight

radiant beacon cold and bright

I am the she ...


I am the she whose cycle cues

a stunning almanac to view

wax, wane and lumen birth anew

I am the she ...


I am the she who glides through trees

brings poets and lovers to their knees

bold queen of vast celestial seas

I am the she ...


serene I sail this starry realm

my maker's hand upon the helm

I am the she ...


Judith Bandidt      ©     June, 2012

Hello Pente Poets across the world, and welcome to our first virtual meeting. Here's my poem for comment.

Night Blindness

They said it would be like this--
a super moon rising over water,
gleaming the horizon
as far as the eye could see.

But they didn't say
it could blind with its brilliance:
a hard light, laser sharp,
paling the Cross into insignificance.
Omnipotent, it draws us--
fence posts, gnomes and tall dark strangers--
to the cutting edge.

Here at the precipice
we falter—stature lessened.
Fears illuminate
as monsters lurch from dappled pools
and sit like fat toads,
waiting.

J Bandidt   ©   May, 2012