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We need some string to tether the moon
when it flees the sky.
We need a still slipknot that holds as loose
as a hand’s whisper, and a shadow shawl of
nightspill to pad the ache that fills the edges,
and a wisp or two of a wishful thing
that cries and is not answered. We need these things
between idlings, after dusk,
and, if we keep them, then someone someday,
wandering wild after a walk
and supper, gathers cold.
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Here is the skeleton poem offered by Quickly:
We need some ___ to ___ the ___
when it ___ the ____.
we need a ____ ____ that ___ as _____
as a _____’s ___, and a ____ ____ of
_____ to pad the ___ that fills the ___,
and a ____ or two of a ____ thing
that ____ and is not ____. We need these things
between ____ , after _____,
and, if we keep them, then someone someday,
_____ _____ after a walk
and supper, _____.
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Read the original poem here.
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Oh, well done!
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Well, of course you would bring the moon into it! And make it so meaningful! A hand’s whisper… very nice as well as thinking we could pull the moon back and forth.
I’m reading a book about the building of the Blue Ridge tunnel in Virginia (where I am) and anyway, it is really sad all the history that has been lost and this poem puts me in the mind of the Irish immigrants… the “gathers cold” means, in this case, remembers the sacrifice of others before them – or at the very least, remembers their existence.
Gorgeous:
“that holds as loose
as a hand’s whisper”
“and a shadow shawl”
“and a wisp or two of a wishful thing” (plus the next part … not answered; that IS what we really need: to make our deepest wishes, but then for them not to come true)
“then someone someday,
wandering wild after a walk”
Oh, wow…de…I love, always love your moon musings and I so enjoy your w alliterations…so great where you took this!! 🙂