Yule Moon Rising
A poem about cosmic connection and world events.
Nevertheless, I am wishing a very Happy New Year to all who read me. I appreciate it very much. 🙂
There’s a strange telling moon
suspended in my night sky.
Engaged in silver soliloquy
above a world in travail.
Only this morning,
the sky, was full of angels…
in cirrus-sequenced wonder.
Transfixing me on the pavement,
the Lunar Lady,
takes prime-time prominence.
Her song to me
is never muted.
I hear her,
in this refuge in the city…
are on their way.
© stormwolf 2023
Deep one, Stormwolf. Mind you, I’m an eternal optimist, always looking for a bright new dawn. Good poem.
I am praying for a bright new dawn as I have three grandkids to think about. Alas, unless and until the lunatics in government stop the invasion of Europe and Obama stops sabre rattling Russia, I don’t feel it’s on the immediate horizon.:-(
Thanks for reading and commenting.
I so enjoy your poems Alison, they are so deep so full of meaning and hidden depths. Like a midnight sea holding secrets only you can know.
I fear your last three lines are correct, but will continue to hope for the other option. 🙂 Sue.
Hi Sue, Thanks for reading. I have changed this back to the original. I explain why to Shy below. The poem was originally written last year I think about real events and the sky full of angels was amazing. (See pic which is not mine but gives an idea what I am talking about. ) The moon pic is my own however. This was what stimulated the poem. I feel nature speaks to us all the time. On this occasion, it was the sky. The contrast between the reassurance of the daytime angels and the sinister moon spoke to me.… Read more »
Ah yes, a good one. 😉 Thanks for sharing. I originally had ‘Yule Moon Rising’ but when I went to repost this year, the moon was in its infancy as a very thin crescent moon waxing. So, I hanged the title to correspond to the state of play to bring it up to date. However, I don’t think it worked so well, as the moon was what gave me the poem see pic. That was the moon from my garden the night I wrote the poem. I feel it is a very sinister looking moon, hence the poem. Sometimes it’s… Read more »
“…:dark times…” and light times have been lurking for a while. A strange imbalance between prosperity for some and injustice and poverty for way too many. Better is relative, but it is a part of good. Saints and lunatics – enjoyed the contrast (as if between day and night) but it goes deeper to the malaise of the soul, the premonition of old dooms returning. The dread is real: the cause are many. Excellent topical discussion in imagery and metaphor. I concur.
‘Saints and lunatics’…I love that.
I think I am veering towards the lunatic, having been mysteriously moved by the moon all my life 🙂
‘Malaise of the soul’…yes. I think we sing from the same hymnbook. You understand the dark side of my moon.
BTW cannot remember if this was nominated but if it was you, my heartfelt thanks.
Sometimes I feel a lone voice. 🙁