Submitted for dVerse Form for All: Prose/Poetry
31 January 2014
New Moon Ritual at the House on the Hill
We are dancing in a circle on the grass. We are holding coloured scarves. 'Let the colours choose you,' our leader said as she passed the basket around. When the basket came to me, the golden one was on top. Our scarves are as large as tablecloths but fine and filmy, undulating in the evening air. We hold them by the top corners, letting the other edge fall and dangle. As we dance to the centre we flutter them up. As we dance to the rim we sweep them down to the ground. The night is still light when we begin. By the time we are finished, the dark has come. Over the starlit grass we inhale the scent of roses.
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Sounds like a fun and dreamy ritual to me!
ReplyDeleteYes, it was lovely to do.
Deletewow...what a beautiful ritual...i like the thought as well of letting the colours choose you...must be cool in discovering that meaning....
ReplyDeleteSome people rejected what they got and chose another, but I enjoyed entering into the spirit of it, not trying to be in control.
DeleteGorgeous! I love the dreamy vision you have created~
ReplyDeleteI could say the same about what you wrote on your blog!
DeleteThat is what I imagined a prose poem to be! Perfect balance and full of light and joy.
ReplyDeleteThere is a strange musicality in the ending, finishes and lingers almost like a wine.
ReplyDeleteGreat! And thanks for saying so. It was completely intentional. :)
Delete"let the color choose you".... admit we don't control everything and can exist in harmony.... nice
ReplyDeleteYes, and the results can be surprisingly happy. I might have chosen purple to match my outfit, but golden yellow is its harmonious opposite on the colour chart, so that worked beautifully.
Deletethat sounds like a beautiful thing to do...and wonder what color would choose me... cool
ReplyDeletePerhaps, if one did it more often, there might be different colours on different occasions. :)
DeleteSounds like a wonderful ritual, Rosemary. I like the idea of the scarves choosing you.
ReplyDeleteYes, and yes. :)
DeleteQuite beautiful. I am always cognizant of moon cycles and they do affect me. For me, the new moon is a sacred time of new beginnings creatively and spiritually.
ReplyDeleteSo it was for us, Victoria. :)
Deletei love the night smell of flowers in the spring..your words here bring back that spring of life..coming sooner than later..likely here in North Florida..past now..17 degree temperatures...to once again..flower scarves among the leaves...
ReplyDeleteof grass..
Kate, your response is itself a prose poem! :)
Deletewonderfully vivid ~
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm glad.
DeleteA song and dance in tandem with blessings from the sky. Apparently the moon is often enveloped in brilliant colors to contrast with the dark. The movements here are so realistically brought out. Wonderful write Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteHank
Dear Hank, what a fascinating observation! Thank you.
DeleteTo have a color choose you - wonderful, and the ritual seems like a magic experience to me.
ReplyDeleteIt was that, Bjorn.
DeleteIf this kind of ritual can bring me closer to the elements of nature then I'd be interested to join in. Meditation is what i'm learning to master today. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteKelvin, I think anything and everything can bring us closer to nature if that is our intention.
DeleteWhat a colorful and fragrant metaphor for the dance of life.
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice take on it!
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