This is a haibun for FFFC #98 and Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge about the New Year / Cold Moon. I tried to come up with a good title, but they were all either too silly or too sad. I don’t want to make the reader sad right from the get-go. 😉
She lies awake, waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square, for the new year to be ushered in with customary fanfare — or what passes for fanfare (or custom) in these strange times. Times Square is empty, people in their homes, hoping for a fuller year ahead.
silent snowy night:
wolf under cold moon
Sliver of the moon
Silver way up there,
Obsidian in the mirror —
Such a strange sky:
What an auspicious sign,
Sighing I see mystery
Wondering what it means.
I wrote this last night, after Thanksgiving dinner, once my family had gone home, and the rest of us retreated to our own activities. I’m not 100% happy with the ending, but I am sharing it now for FOWC: Fidelity, since the moon has such fidelity as a poetic muse, for me and countless others. I write about the moon so often that there is a category on my blog for “poems about the moon.”
This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for this month. I colored it today.
There once was a cat on a cloud
Who loved to take in night’s dark shroud,
Because all the stars
And planets like Mars
Finally to shine were allowed.
I made up the limerick off the top of my head because why not. I know planets don’t shine, but in my colorful dream-world they do. 🙂
Here is my second offering for DVerse quadrille Monday, using the word “possibility” or a form of it.
Perhaps we all can go to the moon,
Get on a rocket sometime soon,
The literal limitless of space,
Contains tons of possibilities to embrace.
We can travel to distant stars,
Maybe Venus will conquer Mars,
We will be aliens!
Wonder will have salience.
For the current Weekly Scribblings, Magaly has asked us to write about anything October. I was partially inspired by the moon (shocking, right? 😉 ), so this haibun is also linked to Frank’s challenge. I love it when multiple prompts synchronize! (Thank you to Fandango for that one.)
If Halloween is on a dark and stormy night, remember: the Hunter’s moon is shining, reflecting sun’s light, even if nobody sees it.
Likewise, if current life does not seem fruitful, know: the Harvest moon will share its bounty, even this very night.
Luna’s face imbibes
faraway sunlight, carries
kindness to the stars
The harvest moon is a little late, arriving Thursday. It will be worth the wait, since Halloween will also have a Hunter moon, joining in the trick-or-treating (or searching for some normalcy). By the light of two full moons, one sees a unique brightness rising.
bookending the month
full moons bind the days’ pages:
This poem is inspired by DVerse Poetics and the image below, which is by Catrin Welz-Stein. I enjoyed writing to one of her beautiful, surreal pieces of art. Her other art can be found here:
He holds a key that’s half his size,
As a giant feathered-thing flies
Away with him, away, as he stays
Looking at the moon. He’s left a piece
Of himself, never to be released
From that beautiful, liminal gloom.