Tuesday, August 1, 2023

A New Poem: Mama Moon

Today is Lammas Eve, the cross-quarter day between the solstice and equinox.  It's also a new month and a full moon, one of two in August.  It feels like an auspicious time, so here is a new moon poem:

Her face is full and round and shining.

         Mama Moon calls to me –

                     Come! Now is the time!

                                 Follow the path of light on the water.

                                             Rise with me.

 

She has gone to bathe in the Ghost River.

         Mama Moon calls to me –

                     Come!  Now is the time!

                                 Dissolve into the dark night.

                                             Swim with me.

 

She wears a crescent crown, tilted one way or the other.

         Mama Moon calls to me –

                     Come!  Now is the time!

                                 Don’t I show you what change is?

                                             Don’t hold back. 




 


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