Woman Cursing the Moon
(After Miroslav Holub: Man Cursing the Sea)
Someone
just climbed to the top of the hill
and started cursing the moon:
stupid moon, stupid fat-faced moon,
fatuous copy of a pregnant belly;
beachcomber mauling the tideline;
creeping ghost of a snail
obscuring the stars with its slimy trail;
anorexic cheese,
starving itself almost to death;
satellitic sychophant,
trying so hard to be pale and interesting;
trailing around after the sun, sucking in its stomach;
fiddling with the sea, interrogating caves
month after month;
insomniac, playing with itself;
moon, you barren dusty rock of a womb –
So for a while she cursed the moon,
which stroked her head
like an anxious mother.
Then she came down and threw
nettles, oat straw, skullcap, hips
into the moony pond.
There you are, moon, she said
and went on her way.
Dee Rivaz is a Community Artist in North Wales working from the premise that ‘there is nothing new under the sun’. She uses wild, found and recycled materials to create narratives and poetry in mixed media.