For years I’ve contemplated the moon, when it is but a sliver, and wondered what metaphor might best serve to capture it. Sliver, by the way, is very low on my list. Suppose I were to channel my inner poet, what might he have to say about it. Ready? Well after years of meticulous attention and studious effort, and even additional months of careful refinement and polishing, the very best I can come up with is toe nail clipping. The diurnal course of a toe nail clipping? The soft glow of detritus? Really? Pathetic. But it’s the best I got. There’s a reason I’m a blogger not a poet after all. Still, I’ve kept my eyes and ears open to any taker bold enough to tackle the great sliver/toe nail literary challenge. Guess what? Poet and novelist J. Harrison has put a pro bowl hit on it. This gorgeous image comes from the blood-stained pages of Revenge. “Now his eyes fixed on a cuticle of light peeping above the next building. It became the moon, nearly full and its flowering nimbus showed him the room and his feet on the floor.” Cuticle, it’s perfect, just perfect. Can you or some writer you know to do better?
the last great challenge of literary prose