Revisiting this post from two years ago and loving this year’s brilliant full wolf moon from my window.
Come to me on this full corn moon
I’ll be easy to find
Haunting the spaces of your heart
The ones that you can’t fill with any other
I’ll wait in the moonlight
Pulling those strings that you cannot cut
Woven of moonbeams and long ago dreams
It’s time to reap what we sowed so long ago
Under a different harvest moon
In a time ended too soon
Not to be eclipsed on this rotation
Or pulled back by planet clare’s gravitation
Elliptical, we cross again
Directly in each other’s path
Crash into me
In these fields of moonlit gold
27 September 2015
How many more turns of the moon?
I whisper “I love you” to the night sky
The words slip effortlessly from my lips
Smiling ruefully, I wonder why I do it
And to whom am I whispering?
Perhaps my heart, the wretched treacherous thing
Doesn’t want my lips to forget how to make the shapes
Three shapes slipping invisible and unheard
Into the midnight opal ribbons
Of a wistful, wishful Blue Moon
30 July 2015
~ May these tiny three, find the heart of thee, may you know and return them back to me. This is my will so mote it be ~
We Drink Because We’re Poets – POETRY PROMPT #6 – REVERSE ACROSTIC
Description of this week’s prompt from the blog:
This week I planned a slightly more challenging prompt to stir and spin your muse. Without further delay, here is what we will be writing this week:
This week’s prompt is the Reversed Acrostic. The trick? Your reverse acrostic should spell out 1 or a combination of these words:
shipwreck, cathedral, sunshine, belladona, amphitheater, charisma
Beware the offer of Naughty Man’s Cherries, lest it be you succumB
Clipping the plait The Fates have made before your time has comE
Atropos’ blade cannot be stayed, should your appetite make you ilL
Though she be beautiful, you must resist and use your force of wilL
Berries dark and sweet to the tongue does offer BelladonnA
She’ll tempt you with sweet visions but you’ll soon be out of your heaD
Nightshade with just a single leaf is sure to strike you down and sO
As you celebrate on this the night of the Red Blood MooN
And though the auspicious hour of the eclipse is upon us anoN
Toast her beauty with a glass of mead and forgo that temptress BelladonnA
15 April 2014
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I woke to the descent of the Full Crow Moon and your words.
How is it that your words leave me speechless?
Why am I unable to put form in ink to the images and emotions that you make in my head?
They seem so inadequate, so small. I sit here and stare and stare, willing my heart to the page
I am stuck here
Caught on the cusp of emotion that is like the edge of a volcano
I am terrified to feel this way again
Terrified that it’s too soon, that I’m too raw, that I am projecting
Speaking to me in shades and swirls of blue and green
Your words reach for me through colour but your thoughts remain unseen
Dip and dance in my head. Seeking sunlight shafts of light that you make in the darkness there
They run on and on. Twirling pirouettes and endless dervish raptures.
Seeking to find the music in the colour and the song in the lines
Searching for the right combination of verse and meaning to kiss your eyes
Striving for the perfect tone to paint your heart with the colour song of me
16 March 2014