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Showing posts with label moonbeam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moonbeam. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 05, 2025

BJÖRN IN VENICE

by Julia Griffin


Björn Andrésen, Swedish actor who starred in Death in Venice, dies aged 70: Actor who also starred in Midsommar and became a musician was nicknamed ‘the most beautiful boy in the world’–a title he struggled with all his life. —The Guardian, October 27, 2025


"He is very frail, he is sickly," Aschenbach thought. "In all probability he will not grow old." And he refused to reckon with the feeling of gratification or reassurance which accompanied this notion. — Thomas Mann, Death in Venice (1912)


The man wanted him dead. That was the truth
Beyond the mere unspeakable, the shame,
The furtive stalking, the pretence at youth:
To have him die, this moonbeam boy whose name
He never knew, whose voice he never heard:
Blue eyelids closed, flesh drained to marble, cold
Child’s spirit thinned to air. The man incurred,
Thereby, his own death, endlessly retold; 
The boy survived, to manhood, middle age,
Seventy years. He did his best to grow:
He bristled out, became a white-haired sage,
Outlived the man, but not the mythic glow
That doomed them both. Behold the boy, love’s prey,
Who died, at last, but never got away.


Julia Griffin has published in several online poetry  magazines; lives with a socially-engaged basset hound, a regular on local demonstrations.

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

THIS PAST FULL MOON

by Laura Rodley



Image Source: Victoria Advocate


At night sometimes lying
on wings makes it hard to sleep
especially on a bright moon night
like last night, I must turn
my arms towards her beaming
the luminescence feeds wings’ feathers
a fuel that requires no burning
but tingles as feathers are reborn, intact,
charged with the gentle beaming,
moonlight you do not have to hide
your eyes against, consciences
are like that; you do not have
to hide from them, wearing
wings steers you in the right direction
there’s no right or wrong, just clarity
a moonbeam’s worth, all
you ever needed.


Laura Rodley’s New Verse News poem “Resurrection” appears in The Pushcart Prlze XXXVII: Best of the Small Presses (2013 edition). She was nominated twice before for the Prize as well as for Best of the Net. Her chapbook Rappelling Blue Light, a Mass Book Award nominee,  won honorable mention for the New England Poetry Society Jean Pedrick Award. Her second chapbook Your Left Front Wheel is Coming Loose was also nominated for a Mass Book Award and a L.L.Winship/Penn New England Award. Both were published by Finishing Line Press.  Co-curator of the Collected Poets Series, she teaches creative writing and works as contributing writer and photographer for the Daily Hampshire Gazette.  She edited As You Write It, A Franklin County Anthology, Volume I and Volume II.