April 26, 2011 “If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger. “ Muriel Rukeyser
Sestina With Child
I wrote and sang a lullaby
because there was a little girl
who needed quite a lot of comfort
to help her go to sleep.
I sang about the moon
and stars we see at night.
Then sometime in the night
I heard that lovely lullaby
that told of a silvery moon
and pushed the little girl
into the magic time of sleep.
It gives us all such comfort.
And when I receive comfort
awake or in the night
I have a dreamless sleep
with little need for a lullaby,
just a smile from a little girl
and maybe a peek at the moon.
I gaze up at the moon
drawing all the comfort
I might sing to the girl
when she needs it in the night.
I put electric stars in my lullaby
so she might drowse to sleep.
Imagine eyes closed in sleep
a face lit by the moon.
T’will be her only lullaby
And fill her with the comfort
That doesn’t come with night.
All this for the little girl.
A woman remembers, “When I was a girl
And was restless in my sleep,
I tossed and turned throughout the night
Unless there was a moon
To lighten the dark and give me comfort.
It was like my personal lullaby.”
In the long night—creating a lullaby—
for the sweetest sleep and continuing comfort,
give all girls a slice of the moon.
If you'd like to write a sestina: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sestina