LAST WEDNESDAYS 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!
Renee Espiru (Renee Just Turtle Flight) said this prompt was timeley for her. She’s now a great-grandmother. Congratulations, Renee and family. She writes about that experience with this poem.
I DREAMT OF THE MOON
I dreamt that I met you smiling
long before you were born
that I told you in sweet loving
to the moon and back we’ll go
that we held hands briefly soaring
seeking the beauteous moonscape
we traversed stars in the milky way
in meteorite showers of gold we played
we walked along dazzling moon beams
silken threads our carpets in space
too soon you left me in wonderment
life’s cord cut a spiraling empty place
& you sped quickly down to earth
faster even than Halley’s comet
that day I finally saw your birth
I remembered our dance among stars
marveled at so much of me in you
that your hands held stardust imbued
© Renee Espriu
And from Paul Brooks (The Wombwell Rainbow). Among other things, Paul says he does the things he does because ” I want to make sense of who I am, where I came from and where I live. An impossible but engrossing job.” Poetry can certainly be self-revealing.
in the man
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.
© Paul Brooks
From Sonja Benskin Mesher. Sonja tells us, “My studio is in a medieval longhouse in Llanelltyd, North Wales surrounded by mountains, lakes and rivers, and also very near to the sea. I moved here in 1993 to change the quality and direction of my life. This ancient place affects work profoundly, with its space, peace and sense of freedom.”
It was here that the work started, and I have worked full time as a visual artist since 1999, after an initial period of study of Art & Design.
dance under the moon
shall we place our heads together
shall we twine our arms
shall we lean together,
and hold each other up.
shall we slowly
dance under the moon
quivering in the frost
shall we live the moment
our choice, no reason.
or shall we slowly
bleed and die?
© Sonja Benskin Mesher
Kudos Sonja, Paul and Renee, intrepid poets. Well done. Thanks for participating and sharing. ♥
The recommended read for this week is A Little Book on Form: An Exploration into Formal Imagination of Poetry by Robert Hass (b. 1941), an American poet who was our Poet Laureate of the United States from 1995 to 1997. He won the 2007 National Book Awardand shared the 2008 Pulitzer Prize for the collection Time and Materials: Poems 1997-2005. In 2014 he was awarded the Wallace Stevens Award from the Academy of American Poets.
In A Little Book on Form: An Exploration into Formal Imagination of Poetry Hass brings to bear the same senisbility that marks his poetry with force, clarity and eloquence. From Rome in the time of Caesar to the Renaissance and our own times, Hass breaks down poetry, examining its components from a postmodern perspective. The book is ranging and intense. It’s over four-hundred pages – informed, witty, erudite – something we can go back to again and again. Never a boring moment. It’s all about love.
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