Poem: Kendall Merriam
A Moon Close for Comfort
Kendall Merriam was born and raised in Rockland. He has a history degree from Gordon College and pursued graduate studies in military and maritime history at the University of Maine at Orono and Mystic Seaport in Mystic, Conn. He received grants to study historical research at Colonial Williamsburg and the National Archives in Washington, D.C.
Kendall Merriam was born and raised in Rockland. He has a history degree from Gordon College and pursued graduate studies in military and maritime history at the University of Maine at Orono and Mystic Seaport in Mystic, Conn. He received grants to study historical research at Colonial Williamsburg and the National Archives in Washington, D.C.
For Joan
This moon, notoriously pink
big and close
casts its silver light
across Snow’s Shipyard
where Captain Ahab’s whaler
is abuilding
raw wood splayed out
like a giant’s jackstraws
cutting off the view
of the neighborhood
this is our compensation
a look see
of all the county roads
on this side of the orb
it is high enough
to avoid a scraping
of the masts
made of the concrete schooner
long after our deaths
mounds will puzzle
archeologists
and schoolboys
trying to determine
who these creatures were
a can of baking powder
a toothbrush
here we all
turn away the pale light
of the lamp to see better
sinking close
to see Mechanic Street
praying in the dark.
Kendall Merriam, Home, 4/26/2021 9:45 PM
Listening to silence.
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