New Moon

[Leanne]

I am far too rooted* in this world, -- good solid setup, this statement may be taken as either self-criticism or defense

concerned with each breath,
each detonation beat. -- the sonics of this line are excellent, very staccato and measured to add extra dimension to the words

Plastic veins reach out like wild fig
and burrow for shrinking echoes,
plaiting truffles into religious bezoars. -- I really like the imagery here, but I wonder if "religious" isn't too telly a word? It feels slightly heavy handed, but then again, I can't think of an alternative that would make it more implicit.

Hip bones gild the fertile crescent, -- "crescent" is a very interesting touch
guarding the temple womb
in rippling silence, beyond
fermenting greed and eggshell gestures.

Stale fingers press sins
into bread, flowing water murmuring
of the blessed.
I shall be sealed with honeyed apples and wine,
inscribed -- this stanza is absolutely incredible

while science propels me toward
the craters of the moon;
I exhale -- great link back to the breath at the beginning

and long for
majik. -- this spelling possibly means something different, but to me it feels like an Arabic twist and when I think about the crescent... and the moon... oh, so many possibilities!

Lovely stuff, Aish. I must say, I find myself wishing for magic and mystique more as I keep discovering logical explanations for things... catch 22 I suppose, wanting the esotericism to hold some truth, but seeking that truth makes it increasingly mundane.

*In Australia, "rooted" means... well, "fucked"