03/22/2015
Happy World Poetry Day!
Since we're celebrating poetry today, I thought I'd share one of my poems I'm most proud of...
A Summoning of Giants
It used be a man in the moon
that would look a little brighter
some nights, and parted in others,
imparting everything he knows
to a bustling world that is too busy to listen.
If only he could go back
to the romantics in Greece
to tell them how terribly alone he feels
without his Selene:
a personification of a god--
without the embrace of titans,
for in ancient times, giants carried the moon.
For now, his light falls through my window
as I try to sleep, and he still reaches for a friend
as the sun is nowhere to be found.
Pytho won the war on Apollo, tonight.
And as we laid in our worn bed,
you told me dragons are real
But I replied, I don’t believe in God.
It was the wince that showed me you did.
You kissed me anyway,
and said, Neither do I.
But among the once-weres and would-have-beens
dragons exist,
simply to rip the throats out of gods
and burn them to a disheartening crisp.
For now, the moon will continue to wish
for a summoning of giants
and I will turn to you.....Hope is a strange word.
You reply, If only it were stranger.
-Vincent Moran
Originally published in The Meadow Literary Journal 2014.
