Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Poet United Midweek Motif ~ Moon

lunar eclipse AP
A Lunar Eclipse Glows Red

“Just like moons and suns,
With certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.”
                                                       ― Maya Angelou

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. - Buddha

“The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore?" 

"Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other." 


Midweek Motif ~ Moon
Today is a special day for the moon:  

Today you may witness a "Super" blue moon, coinciding with a lunar eclipse for the 1st time in 150 years.  Moonlight and lunacy, light and shadow, ever leaving and ever returning ~ 

Your Challenge: Does today's convergence magnify or change the moon's character?  Make a new poem  for the moon, using a perspective new to you.


by Ted Hughes

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.

Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm
wreaths of breath -
A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.
'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'

The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work
That points at him amazed.

After dark
Near the South Dakota border,
The moon is out hunting, everywhere,
Delivering fire,
And walking down hallways
Of a diamond.

Behind a tree,
It ights on the ruins
Of a white city
Frost, frost.

Where are they gone
Who lived there?

Bundled away under wings
And dark faces.

I am sick
Of it, and I go on
Living, alone, alone,
Past the charred silos, past the hidden graves
Of Chippewas and Norwegians.

This cold winter
Moon spills the inhuman fire
Of jewels
Into my hands.

Dead riches, dead hands, the moon
And I am lost in the beautiful white ruins
Of America.


Full Moon by Du Fu

by Claude McKay
The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes,
And falls along cemented steel and stone,
Upon the grayness of a million homes,
Lugubrious in unchanging monotone.
Upon the clothes behind the tenement,
That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines,
Linking each flat to each indifferent,
Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

There is no magic from your presence here,
Ho, moon, sad moon, tuck up your trailing robe,
Whose silver seems antique and so severe
Against the glow of one electric globe.

o spill your beauty on the laughing faces
Of happy flowers that bloom a thousand hues,
Waiting on tiptoe in the wilding spaces,
To drink your wine mixed with sweet drafts of dews. 


  1. Good morning! Went outside to see the moon this morning, but we couldn't see it. It was below the trees on the horizon.

  2. Thanks for the lovely prompt Susan :)

  3. I'm late! It's been a full week already, so arriving here Midweek is a mighty fine gift. Have a great day everyone. Thank you for your poetry.

  4. I too, haven't seen the moon. It's cloudy up here, and I doubt that it will surface. Anyway, thank you for the lovely prompt, Susan. :-)

  5. Haven't seen the moon hope i get to see it tonight. Its been a rainy morning, but clear now
    A Happy Blue Moon may our creative ink scribble in genius today

    much love...

  6. Alas, too overcast here also. Nevertheless....

    1. I, too, have to wait for the instant replay from somewhere else.

  7. I got up and watched it! I could see it from my patio and it was awesome! I had the poem ready last week I was so excited. Wait until you see what I rhymed! Lol! I took pictures but only had my cell phone so they suck. Lol!

    Be around to read today! I hope some of you got to see this one of a kind moon. Hugs!

    1. At least you saw it in person. A mystic experience, I imagine.

  8. I wrote this late yesterday, and submitted it to "real toads" - hope it's fine to include it here. And maybe, if the moon will inspire me, I'll be able to write again later today.

    Wonderful prompt :) thank you

    1. Yes, it's fine to post the same poem to both places. I'll have a read of it soon. (Just up, after getting to bed at 3am my time. So of course I didn't read anyone's poems last night, lol.)

    2. Oh, silly me. I read it yesterday at toads. Wonderful stuff!

    3. thanks Rosemary, just wanted to be sure - and you've already read it :) hope you had good reason for the late night - must be dreadfully hot in your corner of the world ... hope sleep finds you well and easy this night :)

    4. The good reason was the subject of my poem – joining in for Wendy Rule's live concert and full moon ritual, starting midnight my time.

    5. As Rosemary says. We're all inspired by the same moon.

  9. What a beautiful topic to contemplate....the moon.......thanks, Susan! Raining here so we will not get to see it.......

  10. LOVED this. Thanks for the inspiration!

  11. PS: The James Wright poem wrecked ME. Whew.

    1. Yes, I know, right? I read it again, again.

  12. Loved the prompt, Susan!πŸ’– I ll be back in the morning to read and commentπŸ’–

  13. An ode to the moon. Don't tell me it wasn't blue!

  14. What a perfect prompt! I'll be back tomorrow (or some ridiculous hour tonight) to catch up.

  15. Evening, Poets! Thanks, Susan! I saw the Moon partially eclipsed this morning, as I made my way to work. It was setting as the sun was rising. What a view!

    1. Altogether in one sunny sky! Good timing, Frank.

  16. I missed the moon. I hope some of you had the chance to scope it out!!

  17. I spent three hours looking at the moon being eclipsed and managed to take some photos. I even conversed with her and a poem was the result... Such is the stuff of midnight oil burning (literally)!


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