{"id":2348,"date":"2006-12-11T15:46:47","date_gmt":"2006-12-11T23:46:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mortaine.com\/blog\/nocturne\/"},"modified":"2006-12-11T15:51:25","modified_gmt":"2006-12-11T23:51:25","slug":"nocturne","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.mortaine.com\/blog\/poetry\/nocturne\/","title":{"rendered":"Nocturne"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nocturne<\/strong><\/p>\n

Waxing gibbous, at eighty-four percent
\nYour blurry face, infused with liquid light
\nThat seeps over blue velvet, the silent
\nPath that you glide, a soft petal of white.
\nBald, deaf, your blinded half-sight,
\nYou are sickly, unfull, gibbous and pale–
\nYou lie weak, wrapped in warm blankets of night.
\nSurviving tubes and science and ships without sails.
\nAncient and holy, you pull coyly back your veil,
\nShowering us with the glow of your fogged smile.
\nSlowly. You take fourteen days to inhale
\nOur deep water world. Our breath and blood. Our exile.
\nYou gaze silently on us, cold and immune
\nTo our frantic worship, wild to commune.<\/p>\n

Stephanie Cottrell Bryant
\nMay 13, 2003 <\/p>\n

The poem is a Petrarchan sonnet. The photograph was taken about half an hour after sunset at University of California Santa Cruz with no editing. <\/p>\n

\n

\u00c2\u00a9 2003, Stephanie Cottrell Bryant. Written by Stephanie Cottrell Bryant. Permission to copy, distribute, share with friends and loved ones is granted, provided the copyright and author acknowledgments remain intact.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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