The latest version of my sonnet on the moon. In my previous version I identified rhythmic problems to do with the shift from iambic pentameter to trochaic pentameter in the second quatrain. It meant the loss of a syllable at the end of the iambic lines in order to keep the meter fluid – a compromise I was not willing to make. At the same time, it was conceptually clunky, failing to segue adequately between quatrains and sextet. This one is closer, still, to where I am heading with this:
Man In The Moon
“When witches long ago beheld the moon
they conjured up a man hunched with a pack.
Astronomers spied ‘seas’ that would maroon
A sailor in a tranquil well of black.
Later, truer lenses picked out craters
ringed by nightbound mountains. Violent meteor
storms had tattooed deep on Luna’s face a
shadow-man – an ink-blot human creature.”
A woman, thinking, as she travels, weaves
her moonbug’s track through lunar rocks and dust –
“Technology sustains life and relieves
our need for faith or guesswork – even trust…”
The Cosmos is a mirror to each mind:
Look long upon its glass: What will YOU find?
Copyright (c) 2011, Matthew Wingett
this is bull shit their is life on the moon the first man went to space and when he came back he shit his pants after 4 years he have a meeting and said that their is no life on space and then 4 years later he had a meeting and said that their is life on the moon and said to never comeback plus he was shaking
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