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A NEW DANCE OF MOON AND SEA by Tiffany Chaney

Sometimes there is only falling…

You don’t quite stop. Fall so far and fast enough—Sometimes it feels like flying. You wonder when the crash comes, when passion burns up again. What happens when it doesn’t need stoking? Yet, all things in our incarnate world are subject to time. Can the carnal provide a realm for understanding, alchemy of the self, and transmutation through togetherness?

When you’re falling, whether you’re a shooting star or photons streaking from sun to moon to water, you’re present in the alchemy. Sometimes, when falling, you’re with the right person; with someone who teaches you as you teach them. They don’t supply any answers or make any excuses.

Yet, you feel that thing beyond infatuation, that alchemy that could change everything, if only; but it is the edge, a reflection of other we see, an alcove of safety we carve together as lovers loving each other.

It is the risk. It is a trust.

It is both.

It is both, which echo the call in the heart.

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The following poem is a villanelle, the first formal structure I found that comes as easily to me as free verse. I was inspired to write in this form after reading Sylvia Plath’s A Mad Girl’s Love Song (1951), composed in the same structure, which has become a favorite poem not by conscious choice but by resonance, by its call; to me, this is the most important element of poetry.

Scholars who favor the study of such forms note the villanelle for its often treatment of obsessions in its ballad-like structure, having no fixed poetic form aside from its repetition of certain lines, so very reminiscent of times when poetry was passed down through oral tradition. The villanelle gives a whimsical structure to the unnamed for me. It provides the trust, where the words play with risk, and in this the falling finds its way.

A New Dance of Moon and Sea

It may be unwise to risk, but
like the moon coerces the tides and stars shoot out to sea,
I want to call you back to me.

Your just-right-touch shivering the sea of my spine,
a dance of tide and need and skies thick with clouds,
I want to call you back to me.

It may be unwise to risk, but
how meteors fall from the sky and burn
dangerously igniting—I think that’s me

I think that’s me, maybe, falling
falling past you falling past me, falling
I want to call you back to me.

It may be unwise to risk, but
what if we can catch one another
and still be as the moon and as the sea?

If our dance of wild moon cries,
and stormy steps map a new cartography?
It may be unwise to risk, but
I want to call you back to me.



Tiffany Chaney is a N.C. based poet, a witchy woman that still swings on the swing set and wishes on stars. Her poetry collection Between Blue and Grey won the 2013 Mother Vine Festival Award for Best in Poetry. She has been published in the Virginia Quarterly Review (InstaPoetry), Rebelle Society, Thrush Poetry Journal, and through Moon Books, among others. Tiffany believes in personal story weaving. Symbols, reading pattern and metaphor, whimsy, story-telling, and good old empathy are her calling in life. She paints naked people and people naked, naked trees and trees naked, and non-naked things that are really naked. Tiffany seeks to inspire others to reclaim the whimsy and creativity within, to hold ourselves accountable for authoring the narratives of our lives. Get in touch with her via her website or Facebook.

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