I Made A Love-Nest In The Moon! Poem by Ifi Amadiume

Nor cards nor canvases,
Nor screens nor monitors,
None can capture the real size of you.

The bigness of vast Mother-Nature,
That makes for the headiness of wonder,
None can capture all of you,
Not even image-makers can reproduce you,
Making captures in smallness seemingly huge,
Making do with really smaller sizes of parts of you.

To know the size of you,
Yet crazily make a love-nest in the moon.
What distances, even if light-years,
Will lovers not forever dare? What
Will lovers not always imagine?
Even if in cosmic proportions of distances
In spaces where beaming galaxies are ever
Full of mesmerizingly burning, glowing revolving stars.

To know the size of you,
Is to for free dwell with bejeweled skies,
Lifting the despair of sadness,
Giving joyfulness and happiness,
Bringing the reward of beauty,
To the tedious lives of our deserving workers,
Above all freeing the wondering spirit.

What wonders will lovers not always imagine?
Even if in cosmic proportions of distances in spaces
Where orbiting planets are ever spinning, freezing,
Hardening, burning, exploding in ever busy revolving
Rotations in fantastic gas-firing fire works in distant
Celestial spheres.

I have seen freely,
Bursting out,
Star-shaped,
Rings of diamond round the rounded moon.
When cosmo-goggled meteorologists
Ring in alignment logistics,
Pronouncing only darkness,
I see a different logic,
A kiss of fire,
A hot embrace,
Just for seconds,
Before the cooling of temper,
When gods and goddesses make up.
Oh, how tempers flare in lovers!
Then a crown of light
Flares like a blazing ring
Round a burning pot of fire.
I crazily made a love-nest in the moon!

To know the size of you,
Is to imagine a cosmic web,
An intricately threaded bulb-like
Worlds of clustered galaxy full of stars,
Spinning planets in celestial spheres.

I have seen freely,
Disk-like circles with a rounded inside eye,
Multicolored giant celestial Frisbee rings,
Cream-colored egg cones spinning inside,
Crisscrossing rays inside shinning bulbs,
I have also seen freely,
Broken up surfaces and rough edges,
Where Astrons hang,
Like stiffened shapeless dolls in space.

I crazily made a love-nest in the moon!
A la lune in a very distant place,
Yet clearly near,
Deceiving in wily ways,
Like an enticing translucent orange bowl,
Sometimes half-full in shape,
Sometimes like a big balloon,
Sitting enticingly on the horizon,
Looking far and near.
I did not expel you my beloved.
I placed you right inside,
Just you inside,
Coiled up in a many-colored
Warm-moon womb.
No rough edges,
No broken up pieces,
Just you and me inside,
Hearing formidable sounds,
As when the cosmic fabric shakes,
Seeing even more wonders,
As when two neutron stars collide,
Spitting out stormy showers,
Cosmic fireworks,
Gushing energies filled with lights.
When black holes collide.
You hear, but see nothing.

Who cannot see glowing gold stones?
Who cannot see violet blue rock gems
Tumbling down from colliding stars?
Who cannot see precious liquid gold and
Silver like mighty drops of spit from the sky
Forming enticing treasures?
Now that cosmic Castro is dead,
Astrons and Roidos are going to be
Coming and going, here and there.

In a tale of love told by lovers,
Is the coming the end of fairy tale?
Or is it the beginning of it,
In another time and place?
Better to leave it above all,
Knowingly, open-ended for now,
For I made a love-nest in the moon!

(Ifi Amadiume, West Lebanon, October 18,2017