Winds, wind his maiden -
cratered deep and well.
The crystal ice-dream tears dance and settles, fine.
He reads to her once again from "Purest Love,
Devotion and Divine."
An exercise in Phenomenology.
Weaving a bunch of seemingly different things together can be a lot of lovin' fun... playing in the flexible, silly, rule breaking world of poetry.
I like the word play with wind; as in air moving, and then as to tie or wrap and then using the word of the day/today - gust meaning keen delight (instead of a brief burst of wind). Placing the three in succession is a fun trick too forcing the reader to "redefine" the word in order to move on.
Layering definitions, this time with the word tear as in the crying and how the "...Lcross...slammed...carved out a hole...kicked up...impact...debris...” aka - tore into the moon is always enjoyable tactic as well.
I love the feel of water and the moon together, and twisting it a bit with a feeling of actually “watering the moon” I think this offers a unique, strange and funny feel. The moon has always seemed such a dry, barren but beautifully bright, deeply scarred “thing.” There is something yummy about blending the two words/worlds together.
The [earthly] maiden reference ties into the HevanLY song I sing to Evan sometimes at bed time also paralleling how the moon continues to wind around, dance and love the world.
The rhyme (or NLB: neat little bow) at the end is for Craig.
...even thought the moon is getting attacked, his deepest ache is his love for his lady. I'm such a romantic.