My first poem for Thursday December 28 2023 MOON OVER BRIDGE Jill

[jill stockinger]

Yes, another ekphrastic poem. I wrote this for the ekphrastic challenge of rattle for December. Jill

MOON OVER BRIDGE

 

It is night.

The lone shopping cart

pushed to the end of the lot

doesn’t give a damn.

Both sides of the dark bridge

are the same, though different.

Strung wooden telephone poles,

the long width of low chain-link fence,

short, sparse trees and a few

scattered weeds stand erect

in piled snow melting slowly.

 

The round moon

looks perfectly centered.

Its almost unbearable brightness

radiates up through clouds

that seem to cradle this small,

intensely white circle

and that the moon is hanging down

so close to the bridge and hugs

a pole is a trick of the light

in an immensity of sepia sky

that somehow seems comforting.