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January’s
full moon is a hungry wolf pacing
the
edge of earth’s shadow
looking
for sustenance in earth's gravity.
I
wonder if she heeds the playful trees
and
the shivering woman who watches spell-bound
in
the near snow? On this cold, cold night,
bare-armed
high branches seem to play ball
with her
huge silvery presence glowing through grey fog.
No
matter how many space ships we send, we are
too
small to join Moon's hunt. She ignores earth’s surface
activity,
as if love takes her deeper into earth’s eyes,
those
mighty seas—blue or green, depending
on
how sunlight touches their depths.
Moon
and earth strain toward
each
other even now, long-time lovers,
as we stand here watching.
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I LOVE the idea of moon and earth straining to each other, long-time lovers. I especially love the Wolf Moon (of course) of January. Also known as the Hungry Moon, by First Nations.
ReplyDelete"as if love takes her deeper into earth’s eyes,"...This is so precious. Love your sketch.
ReplyDeleteI love the looking into those green-blue eyes -
ReplyDeletethat sense of searching . . .
So lovely. I adore that wolf moon, and the gravity-like pull of Earth and Moon, right into each other's arms.
ReplyDeleteThe moon as a hungry hunter, a devoted lover searching out its beloved, is such a powerful image as you paint it, especially as you contrast this with the bystanders who can only watch "spell-bound." An enchanting write, Susan.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderfully you've captured the intense pull one feels for the other! So telling, especially the phrase Moon's hunt. The poem's visual appeal is also stunning.
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the presence of the moon, during the starkest time of the year.
Seeing the moon through bare branches, allows moonlit details to be seen. It is as though the moon and earth have moved a little bit closer, in perspective at least.
It is a beautiful poem which gives credit for those who care to dream during the night sky's presence...
I love how you wrote about the relationship between earth and moon. as that of long time lovers! And the illustration is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Susan. I love how you have captured the winter cold, and the moon's "huge silvery presence."
ReplyDeleteI love how you present the moon as powerful and searching Susan, and earth as a “love time lovers” — though perhaps an unrequited, but genuine love. 🌙🌎🫶🏼
ReplyDelete"her huge silvery presence glowing through grey fog." Oh yes. This is the line I love.
ReplyDeleteThis is quite magical and i really like the way you used light with love. Well done.
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