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Thursday, August 8, 2019
August moon
Half moon, cradle of shadows and light
Needle our eyes to star-burst night
Thump our chests, mired in hemlock & brine
Half moon, cradle of shadows and light
Draw green corn and grain on our palms
Our eyes are blinded by red summer haze
Half moon, cradle of shadows and light
May we fish abundantly in lakes
As tides bow, searching for your fullness
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I love your description of the half moon Grace.
ReplyDeleteI’ve been watching the August moon and you’ve portrayed her beautifully, Grace. I love the repeated phrase ‘cradle of shadows and light’.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write Grace, I love the imagery of 'Half moon, cradle of shadows and light' xxx
ReplyDeleteSomehow, in my mind, these seem to be the words of a wise old native American chieftain. I think you channeled him! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis reads like a prayer.Wise and sacred - the repeating lines add to the beauty of it.
ReplyDeleteThe moon and tides, such an appropriate meeting.
ReplyDeleteToni said prayer, but I thought song. Lovely images, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI like the sharper images contrasting with the smoother images, that seem to mirror the dark and light hemisphere cradles of the moons. It works well.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful imagery. I was transported in the loveliest way.
ReplyDeleteNice poem about the August moon. Enjoyable read.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely. Your repetition adds a beautiful sway to this poem. - Jen
ReplyDeleteA great poem Grace! The repeated lines work very well!
ReplyDeleteIt has the gentle rhythm of circling...like the moon.
ReplyDeleteI liked the repeating line. I hadn't thought of it before but a half-moon does cradle both shadow and light.
ReplyDeleteGreat rhythm in this one. I really like it!
ReplyDeleteI caught a glimpse of the half moon, last night I think it was. I can see why you would want to speak to her.
ReplyDeleteLovely and sublime. The stanzas do not proceed as much as magnify a deep image.
ReplyDeletehalf moons, always balanced on the edge of yesterday ~
ReplyDeleteLove the repetition in the lead line of each stanza. Your poem pulses with vitality!
ReplyDeleteLove the repeat of the first line. You have such a way with descriptive writing! A beautiful write!
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