Monday, moon day,
and full moon tomorrow.
First day of winter today:
the moon in June
here in this Hemisphere
ushering in the cold,
white cold
like Her white face.
As heat is red,
so cold is white --
but no, where I live
we never see snow
and seldom frost.
Only the sky at dusk
burns white, above the edge
of the dark mountain.
Only the heart grows cold,
and turns indoors.
The world becomes
danger, enemy; shut it out.
Huddle around
what heat you can make.
Close the curtains.
Ignore the moon.
Or come with me
up the slope,
high on the side of the mountain,
there to pause and gaze
into Her face, Her round face,
white or golden.
Bow. Or blow Her a kiss.
Her cold light will warm you.
Monday.
The rest of the world
sees it as work.
Me, I shall play on Monday.
And when night comes,
and tomorrow night,
I shall walk out
into the light of Her face.
into the light of Her face.
Written for Monday WRites #14
Also shared with Tuesday Platform at 'Imaginary garden with real toads'
Thank you Rosemary for remembering to link in to Monday WRites, i see your mood is on of contemplation and gratitude with the coming of another season change. this verse stand out most for me
ReplyDeleteOr come with me
up the slope,
high on the side of the mountain,
there to pause and gaze
into Her face, Her round face,
white or golden.
Bow. Or blow Her a kiss.
Her cold light will warm you.
we have had our official declaration of Rainy Season here. Have a good week
much love...
ther
Full moon tonight..What a beauty it is... clear and white. Your poem describes it perfectly...it brings strange portents though....I like the huddling and closing the curtains....I would like to hibernate for for the entire winter under my fur rug and wake up to Spring. Enjoyed this poem.
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The moon calls to us with her beauty. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteMonday ........the day to start our week beautifully
ReplyDeleteMondays are still blue for me...for now.
ReplyDeleteFelt like a wonderful tribute to the moon :D loved how you played with words here.. exquisite work :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
This is the best moon poetry I have read in a long while.. the warmth and the coldness.. but especially the last stanza.. a most excellent poem.
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you for that high praise!
DeleteA wonderful approach to differences. I also agree that the only day of bad weather is one spent indoors--to embrace that night time is so lovely--and glad that you can do it! Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteI like the explanatory nature of most of the poem. I LOVE that last stanza!
ReplyDeleteHer round face,
ReplyDeletewhite or golden.
Bow. Or blow Her a kiss.
Her cold light will warm you.
I do favour the Strawberry moon of June, since it is my own birth month.
I like how you made this a totally personal view, from start to finish - slightly fay, and other-worldly.
ReplyDeleteI could picture the last two lines vividly :) Lovely moon poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI like the option you suggest....the alternative to ignoring the moon....it sounds like a far more magical alternative!
ReplyDeleteIt reads like a sing, very lovely!
ReplyDeleteVery intimate, especially''
ReplyDelete"Only the sky at dusk
burns white, above the edge
of the dark mountain.'
It reads like a poem to a lover.
You always weave it so magically, the effect on the readers becomes a lasting one...Beautifully penned!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely compliment.
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