Mooncalf

[Jassy Melson]

Mad one, crying to the wind,
what can you see now?
When you were young the sun was cold
upon such a frail body;
withered legs, arms, head
endured the schoolcrowd's blows,
as those surprised eyes blinked
in unknowing-why pain.

The mark of the beast,
that's what some of the parents said you had;
get him out of here, they whispered aloud.
But your bewildered departing smile
aroused them more than anything.
Don't touch him, he's dirty,
they said out loud.

Lunachild, where did you go?
Do you still reflect those brutal years
of mass insanity?
Moonson, can you even mourn?

Such fragile minds are crushed so easily.
Mooncalf, your crucifixion is still not known.

[Delta40]

loved 'in unknowing why-pain'. Felt this poem could be attributed to anything and the reader can use it in their own context.

[Jassy Melson]

Thank you.

[Bar22do]

I read here a poem in defense of difference, exposing human intolerance and superstition. And it is well written, JM. Thank you for sharing this moving poem. Best from Bar

[Jassy Melson]

Thank you.

[AuntShecky]

The final couplet "tells" more than shows and is a bit
anti-climactic, but---

the first and third strophes (stanzas, verses) are wrought
with emotional power.

Well done.

[Jassy Melson]

Thank you very much

[Jassy Melson]

bumped because online it shows my poem