I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 July 2015

Night of the Blue Moon

I use my laser-tipped shaft
– a long crystal laser –
wand and athame both.

I cast a simple circle,
no elaborate ritual tonight.
I’m a plain and basic witch.

I welcome the elements,
creating sacred space
in my small back yard.

Even in moonlight
the trumpet creepers
glow bright orange.

The trees bend in
above me; the rose bush
has tight new leaves.

It has been a strange day.
Now I reach night, and accept
that some friendships grow old.

This, though, is constant: me
and the full moon together
in a garden, year after year.

I let the day go, in its pain.
With raised arms, I accept
into myself the moon’s white light.

I draw it down, and use it
to bless the plants and my cat
and the listening nature spirits.

I ask that the world will know
love, peace and truth. I ask
to be strong. And wise.


Linked to Poets United's Midweek Motif: Acceptance

8 comments:

  1. I thought that was lovely. Inspiring thoughts.

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  2. What more can we ask or hope for. Each in our own way. A better world. And the strength, perhaps, to work toward it.

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  3. This is absolutely beautiful, Rosemary! I love all the imagery. Just very beautiful and comforting :)

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  4. Rosemary,

    A most interesting and rewarding perspective about acceptance..The blue moon will be focusing minds world-wide!
    Eileen

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  5. Rosemary, this is a stunning poem. I was out in my yard under the blue moon last night too - I love the description of casting the circle, the brightness of the trumpet blooms.......the acceptance felt. "Some friendships grow old." Yes. I love the prayers at the end. A fantastic poem!

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  6. I ask that the world will know
    love, peace and truth. I ask
    to be strong. And wise.

    Noble thoughts Rosemary! Pity those powerful decision makers are prompted by a weird agenda!

    Hank

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  7. This poem has me breathing in....and breathing out. I like the idea of letting the day go in acceptance and asking to be strong and wise!

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  8. now that is a great poem to end the day with - packed full of wisdom and peace

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