Mood Medicinal

 

“The Approaching Moonlit Rainstorm” by George Hunter Tyneside

 

haggard mountains

hang listless

under light of a

narcotic moon

birds high in their

settles asleep

in the syrupy

sedative air

one sober gray owl

scolding the sky

for its fitful explosions

black bats on the wing

wraiths immune to the

night’s metaphysics

while down below

reach of the memory

inside the wood

and the glass

beneath torture

of frangible linens

the human pain

swallowed by

capsules of colors

a few quiet hours

metabolized moments

insensible to the

red rage of an

imminent dawn