A small full moon, high
in a blackly cloud-covered,
almost starless sky.
Only one point of light,
Mars, is visible with her –
bold, warm and bright.
It is enough. There is peace
inside the womb-dark,
a soft release.
The night makes no sound.
I enter sacred space.
The circle folds me round.
The circle folds me round.
(But I couldn't get a good one that included Mars.)
Linked to Gillena's Monday WRites and to the Tuesday Platform for 24 May 2016 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
I love the peaceful feeling in this poem, the embrace of the womb-dark - and love the sacred space and the circle folding you round in the closing stanza. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteI haven't looked at this months full moon. Happy it brought you this peace
ReplyDeleteThank you for linking to Monday WRites Rosemary
uch love...
"The night makes no sound.
ReplyDeleteI enter sacred space." I've felt this before looking at the night sky. Reverence and awe.
It is a nice feeling being alone with the Moon, you put me there again. This is a special Mars time, the Earth has distorted (??) the Sun's rays in some way.
ReplyDeleteIs is enough. Yes.
ReplyDeleteAh, Rosemary. I also stopped to look at the full moon and Mars this last weekend, and wondered if anyone else had noticed.
ReplyDeleteI cannot watch a dark sky at the moment.. the sun sets too late and rises to early... but I do like the bold Mars beside the bright moon.
ReplyDeleteSuch power and beauty, Rosemary! I can feel the soothing touch of the dark, Mars reminding all that even in the thickest darkness there is light to be found, and your poetic voice showing us the way... Just yummy! ♥
ReplyDeleteWhen I watch the night sky and the moon, it is enough! I can feel the peace and intimacy in this piece.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, I just posted a poem called "Enough" today. A word with so many connotations.