Homage To Van Gogh’s Starry Starry Night
Homage To Van Gogh’s Starry Starry Night
The moon a’glow. Brilliantly so,
a piece of hickory-smoked provolone
aged so beautifully young.
I could almost taste the moon,
my mouth salivating at the thought
even.
The whole scene so ethereal,
so comical too, a glimpse of the trueworld
I knew at three.
A dream of the Munch’s Scream
I know now, yet serene.
Did I dream up this golden nightscape?
The cloud so close I could
taste its moist glistening on my fingertips,
its sweet, sweet water.
Earlier I saw Venus.
Six in the evening and She
shining proud in the slight dusk,
a gleaming pearl on the ugly throat of God,
the sleek, silky crevice of Paradise.
She’s like a ray of light penetrating through
a crack in the cement cinder blocks.
Did I dream her too?
it’s thoughts and day fantasies
and night sights and questions like these
when i do most crave one cigarette.
Yes, only one.
One will do,
but I quit whisping smoke back on 20th April,
a fool 19 days late
and still in love with the night sky.
Copyright © Jacquii Cooke
This piece, oh, where do I even begin? It was born in the depths of my soul, back in February 2009. The night that inspired it was a magical night indeed. As the clock struck 3AM, I found myself stepping outside, beckoned by my canine companions to do their doggy business.. And there it was, hanging in the vast expanse of the sky, a cloud so enchanting, so tantalizingly close that I could almost reach out and caress its ethereal beauty. Surreal, yes, that’s the word that danced upon my lips. And in that very moment, a surge of emotions consumed me, an overwhelming feeling that demanded to be immortalized in a poem. After reading the finished piece, I saw that certain parts of it evokes one of my favorites: Van Gogh’s famous painting Starry Starry Night. Thus the title “Homage…”, which is a tribute of sorts for someone who was especially on my mind at that particular moment, and apparently still is. It’s a sticky situation, it’s complicated. Oh! But that moon. Damn…
