let’s flee to the moon
to that so improbable moon
hanging in the sky, like a
bubble of blanc de noir, sweet ~
pouring into the dark and dusty
corners of life, honoring its vow
to keep our nights alive with light and
filled with the moon man’s wise old eye
oh, what stories could he tell, would he tell,
if the man in the moon had a voice
and we had the ears to hear
© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; Illustration ~ from a 1915 magazine, a lady taking a ride on a champagne cork, public domain
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
What would be your fantasy about the moon? Tells us in poem or prose and share the link to the piece in the comments section below if you are comfortable doing so that we all might read it. This is light one. Enjoy!
In honor of Derek Walcott who died a few days ago, the recommended read for this week is The Poetry of Derek Walcott 1948-2013. Walcott first poem was published when he was fourteen and this book was published in his 84th year. Never more than now has the world needed the grace, wisdom and universality of his poetry. This is a must add to your poetry book collection. It doesn’t include the epic Omeros, also recommended, but it does include some of his earlier work that I have not seen included elsewhere.
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A wonderful poem and the prompt most timely for the birth of my new great granddaughter. You can read my response at https://reneejustturtleflight.com/2017/03/23/i-dreamt-of-the-moon.
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Wow! Congratulations, Renee. That’s good news and gracious knows we can use as much of that as possible. I’m happy for you and yours. Hooray! xo
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Here’s mine Jamie
The Moon
in the man
is transgender.
born of a collision
of bodies revolves
about its mam
tied by gravity’s apron strings
though mam does not wear aprons
as they’re not hip
pulls at her tides,
waxes on and off
wanes off and on
stepped on in pools,
admires our longing
sickles into plumpness
slight to fat as if pregnant,
gives a cheesy smile.
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Thanks Jamie. Here is my verse this week for the prompt…
~ dance under the moon ~
shall we place our heads together
and hum,
shall we twine our arms
and drift.
shall we lean together,
and hold each other up.
shall we slowly
dance under the moon
quivering in the frost
and starlight
shall we live the moment
forgetting time,
and opinions,
our choice, no reason.
or shall we slowly
bleed and die?
sbm
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