Wolf moon

Cherry

By onemorething

Sat, 11 Jan 2020
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9 comments
 

Made of hornbeam,

I had its ironwood in my veins;

I walked bent under the weight of it

by the time I saw that wolf moon.

She had risen low and fat 

upon the horizon

when she blushed me a frosted glance. 

But if you howl at her, she howls back,

and there is no prowl beneath the watch

of her grey eye, she lets the night whisper

its keen science and history of everything,

you cannot hide behind her penumbral mists -

she will show you

that you are no hunter at all -

you are the little lamb that knows

the cold sharp of terror, that knows you have,

unnoticed,

drifted from your flock. 
 

Image from pixabay 

 

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I looked out for the eclipse of the moon last night, but it didn't show much of an eclipse at all.

The moon was wonderfully spectacular to look at though, and shone very brightly with a beautiful aura.

I loved your poem describing a Wolf moon in all its glory. Wish I could have seen her blushing a frosted glance, as in your poem. There's a spiritualness about your poem that leaves the reader feeling thoughtful.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Hi Jenny, no, I think it was more of a misty haze around the edges of the moon. It has been very beautiful the last couple of nights. So glad you liked it, thank you for reading it. :)

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Sends chills up my spine!

Submitted by onemorething on

Sorry for the chills! Thanks for the cherries! :)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Obscured by clouds. Story of my life. Good memories of sitting with fellow adolescents around a record player, though.

Mmmmm. I like that last line. Insecurities a-go-go. We poor humans.

Parson Thru

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh no! Sorry to hear about the clouds where you are! It was so gigantic here that I had to suppress a howl at it. Yes, a poor troubled species, we are indeed. Thanks for reading my lunar offering. :)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

My pleasure. Clearer tonight. The stars are looking lovely.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Di_Hard on

You evoke a very strong feeling of uneasiness:

she will show you

that you are no hunter at all -

you are the little lamb that knows

the cold sharp of terror, that knows you have,

unnoticed,

drifted from your flock. 

it chimes with how I was feeling from having read that Extinction Rebellion has been (though now retracted) classed as a terrorist organisation by police, and children should be reported if they speak emotionally about climate change.  However despite the frightening feeling, your writing is, again, so beautiful!
 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Hi Di, thank you for your lovely comment, you know I didn't intend it to be that much of a chilling poem initially, I think I was trying to suggest that feeling of feeling excluded and vulnerable, but then in the end I think with the moon and howling and drifted lamb it ended up being a little scary. And yes, the idea that protesting about climate change is terrorism is its own new level of terror. Thanks for reading it. :)