The Waxing Moon: I caught the moon

Sunday, March 20, 2011

I caught the moon

6 comments:

Fireblossom said...: The super moon! Did you use a net? ;-); March 20, 2011
Rob-bear said...: Bear,
on a cold and cloudy night,
could not see the moon;
missed "the" moon.

I'm glad your caught it
in your camera
and didn't try to trap
it in a jar.
That would have taken
the view away
from lots of
people
all around the world.
Instead, you can share it
with lots of
people
all around the world.

Blessings and Bear hugs.; March 20, 2011
Anthony Duce said...: Yes you did. Nice catch...; March 20, 2011
namingconstellations said...: Caught it in a tree, it seems; they're handy for that purpose. :); March 24, 2011
swatinair said...: Wow! Beautiful! Luckily for us, the moon didn't do a good job of hiding itself... Behind a tree?! I mean, come on!; April 11, 2011
Ardi K said...: Very nice image. Just caught it myself in a poem just posted about tonight's full moon. Check it out if you like.; April 18, 2011

This place is a story

The Waxing Moon was a thin book, well-worn and poorly bound, spine inexpertly repaired with tape. After school, sheltered by the stacks of the public library, the children secretly read spells from the book, never daring to borrow it. It was full of mysteries: spells that disappeared warts with knotted red string and dripping eaves; how to become invisible by placing amethyst under the tongue; stranger things involving cat bones. One day, the book was gone, and I always wondered which one of us had taken it. I'm pretty sure it wasn't me.

Coyote Grief

Sometimes the night stills,
hardens, and the tight stars choke
and fall to flat earth,
dead embers. The sky
is no longer black, dim gray.

Coyote's sadness
is deeper than hope.

She snuffs at dead stars amazed,
confused, wants to put
them back, cannot reach
that high, to the dim flat sky.
They won't burn again.

This beautiful, sad poem was written by Christopher in response to my poem Without memorial. It was too lovely to remain buried in the comments, so I put it here on my windowsill, where the sunlight may fall across the words to heal Coyote's grief.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

I caught the moon

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