I Drank the Moon

“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.” 
― Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

I drank the delicious moon one dark balmy night
as it flowed from the celestial blue sky,
An illuminated river of planets and nubulae
Tempted me with their moonlight madness.

The lustrous moon tasted of honeyed milk,
The bonbon planets oozed with dark chocolate
The nebulae, fragrant as crystalized ginger
Set my hungering afire with consuming desire.

And I became entangled and trapped
within this universe of delightful light,
a bodiless soul shimmering, in translucent air
floating among the stars and drinking the moon
Swimming in the insanity pool of my poetic mind.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Making Much of Madness

MLMM: Photo Challenge #280

37 Comments on “I Drank the Moon

  1. Brilliant and erudite lines to madness: “And I became entangled and trapped
    within this universe of delightful light,”
    Also you touch on that literal out of touch sense of dissociation – well wrought Linda and thanks for joining in with the prompt

    Liked by 1 person

  2. There are several layers to this piece, part introspection, part joy ride. Interesting that we delved so deep into the madness, we went out-of-body / a bodiless soul/.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I love a poem in which I can taste madness, Linda, and this is one! I love the way you feast on a delicious moon that tastes of honeyed milk in a universe of bonbon planets, dark chocolate and crystalised ginger – I’m more than happy to partake and become:
    ‘…entangled and trapped
    within this universe of delightful light

    Swimming in the insanity pool of my poetic mind.’

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Medievals were afraid of the moon — Paracelsus believed overexposure to moonlight bathed the mind in harmful entities he called ens, driving sane people to drunken careens. Its like the alcoholic with her hootch — to drink is to shout More. Your moon here is deliciously dangerous.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. “Swimming in the insanity pool of my poetic mind.”
    …I’m doing the dog paddle thinking everything’s fine!

    This was luscious and beautiful Linda…

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: