‘Rondeau’ and Other Poetry by Rita Moe

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Rondeau

The rondeau echoes its refrain
in a subtle way, just as rain
at times will fall, not in torrents,
but in a fine mist, the wood fence,
weathered gray, resisting the stain

of water. So, the reader’s brain,
lulled, may not at first sustain
the expectation and suspense
__the rondeau echoes.

But, as drizzle will soak the lane,
darken the fence, and bend the grain,
so the rondeau, with persistence,
proves itself, though gentle, intense.
Across cultivated terrain
__the rondeau echoes.

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Thriller

The world teeters daily on the brink
of disaster: mole-men burrow beneath
the White House, suicide bombers slink
toward the Hague, thousands squirm in the teeth
of giant mutant rats. The clock ticks.
Music swells. In the dark we savor the dire—
its salty taste, the mesmerizing flicks—
while humanity walks the high wire.
We know that in the eleventh hour will yet
appear the Man of Steel, the FBI,
the brilliant, gorgeous woman of science
to save the world. And then the true suspense:
the lights come up; we step, with blinded eyes,
into our own lives without a net.

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Lament from the Ash Grove

Not ever the cordons of elms did we envy
Their militant presence along city streets.
We cherished the streamlets, the bluebells, the valleys
Where played little children, where lovers would meet.

How sudden the spread of the deadly contagion,
The felling of elms, and their vacated posts;
And called up to duty as if by conscription
Were we, the fair ashes, as sentries and host.

Our branches, so graceful, now rustle in sorrow.
The past never ceases; again it upsprings,
For now, few are stricken—far more on the morrow—
By death that comes stealing on emerald wings.

How often we listened to sweet voices singing,
How often was lauded our broad leafy dome.
Now sadly these voices dark sorrow are bringing.
No more save in song will the ash grove be home.

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Rita Moe’s poetry has appeared in Water~Stone, Poet Lore, Slipstream and other literary journals. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks, Sins & Disciplines and Findley Place; A Street, a Ballpark, a Neighborhood.  Now retired from an investment firm in Minneapolis, she lives in Roseville, MN.