Poem: Little Lion, Roaming the Cold Golden
from our poet of the month, Amanda Torroni
The poems and prose in Amanda Torroni's new book, Stargazing at Noon, unfold in moon phases, beginning with a fullness, then purging. This poem, Little Lion, Roaming the Cold Golden, is from the new moon phase.
"The final chapter boasts a new moon, but rather than representing what is empty, it symbolizes what is brand new, still on the verge of becoming. In the same way a moon phases, certain themes cycle throughout the chapters, each visit showing us a different angle, different view." -- Amanda Torroni
LITTLE LION, ROAMING THE COLD GOLDEN
I don’t need a photograph to remember.
Loving you has been a series of moments.
(In this moment, you’re saving my life.)
That winter brought ice
downed power lines
Think weather as metaphor.
Imagine a sadness that stretches for miles.
The future frozen over.
Were we to overwinter, I wonder,
what season would we become?
and the ground begins to thaw.
and the world stops just to watch the melt.
You run wildly towards a dying sun.
Oh, how you lean into the light.
Listen to Amanda Torroni sharing Little Lion, Roaming the Cold Golden
From Stargazing at Noon, copyright © 2019 by Amanda Torroni. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of reprints in the context of reviews.
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