dissecting a moon dream

I mentioned the conversation that triggered my wanting to write this piece in the post of poetry, maths and cars. Although it’s still no more than a fragment, it seems to have reached that annoying stage where it’s settled and doesn’t want to be shifted, although I am not happy with it.

The road stretches long into the night.
To their left, the belisha globe of the moon
rises behind mountains made ragged
by pines. He says, I’ve driven
to the moon and back three times at least.

She watches his steady hands on the wheel
and hopes he’ll take her with him next time.

Things I am particularly not happy about include:

  • It starts with a cliché: roads stretching ahead and symbolising the future, the journey of life etc have been done so often that it’d be very difficult to produce something new.
  • “steady hands” is also a cliché, as is the longer phrase “steady hands on the wheel”. I want to give the impression of his competence and reliability and her (possibly new or growing) trust and confidence in him. But I don’t want to have to spell it out. This is when clichés are all too tempting.
  • I’m not sure about the “belisha globe of the moon”. I’m pretty sure it can’t be accused of being a cliché, but does it work, even for those who know what a Belisha beacon is? (That’s probably a very limited subset of international readers. Should I worry about that if they can look it up?) Other than being a big pale amber globe, one of the characteristics of a Belisha beacon is that it flashes. Does the moon in the poem have enough in common with the beacons to make it a suitable adjective?
  • And so it goes on. No wonder Paul Valery said, “a poem is never finished, only abandoned.”

    Author: don't confuse the narrator

    Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

    2 thoughts on “dissecting a moon dream”

    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 )

    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: