..
She is most mad,
really, all frilly in her
cloud skirt, just a girl
made up
of stone and star
-dust.
This morning, we caught her
sneaking home again, up
way past her bedtime,
still clad
in last night’s golden gown,
head hung only in swollen
hope, never
shame.
Name her Jezebel,
or Delilah. Some biblical chick
who couldn’t keep herself
from being herself, needed
to shine even if it meant
reflecting someone else’s
skin, and holding her darker
side less
than secret.
Call her Luna. Know her light
will pull you through, tide
you over until the next wave
of silence. Chalk her a note
on this ebony sky,
she’ll read it in the morning
as she saunters by.
..
Come play over at dVerse, where Grace has us personificatin’ that crazy moon.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
This is GORGEOUS! I can see her, heading home late, head down but not in shame. LOVE. It!
I truly love this personification of the moon as a Biblical bad girl. Such a treat that she saunters by and not in shame either!
Wow, this is lovely portrait of her Luna or Jezebel ! I specially admire how you described her:
reflecting someone else’s
skin, and holding her darker
side less
than secret.
Love that chalk note at the end, Miss Moon!
De, there is a wonderful voice in this one. I love the way you address her in just a bit of a snarky voice. That second stanza is brilliant, brilliant. I want to steal it! You may be my new or parallel Mary Oliver for inspiration.
This has turned out to be a fun prompt–biblical bad girl, indeed. Just the right dollop of levity & larceny here. You hooked me hard with /all frilly in her/cloud skirt, just a girl/made of stone & star-
dust/.
I have never thought of the moon as a teenage girl doing what she likes.. Perfect.
The image of, ‘What are you looking at? Never seen a good time girl before?” resonates with me.
A very unique take…lovely!
Oh De, I love this soo much.. ❤ feel like I know the moon already in these lines ‘Call her Luna. Know her light will pull you through, tide you over until the next wave of silence. Chalk her a note on this ebony sky, she’ll read it in the morning as she saunters by.’ ❤ Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Oh I too love this! Call her Luna — and I can just see her saucily pouting, lifting her cloud skirts — LOVE this image! Wonderful reference to her effect on the tides too. Wonderfully done!
“Call her Luna. Know her light will pull you through, tide you over until the next wave of silence. Chalk her a note on this ebony sky, she’ll read it in the morning as she saunters by.”…. This is outstanding
Love the play on words with “tide you over. “
This is Stellar! LOL! I really loved your personification of the moon. The Biblical references, and the ‘tattered glory’ that you depict. Marvelous, ‘fleshy’ poem!
You articulate well her innocent and playful aspects; presenting a lovely young sprite who brings joy. Well done.
I adore this, De – a teenage moon called Luna (my cat’s name, by the way), sneaking home way past her bedtime!
Awesome! I love your words. The way you mix the light and fanciful with the sombre and grave. The way you play with words, tossing, turning and swirling them around, giving them new light and greater depth. (I want a book filled with Whimsygizmo poems!)
FANtastic play on words! Tide you over until the next wave of silence. (New Moon?) The first part about her being “most mad” has me intrigued as well, made me think maybe your moon has a nervous condition. Thanks for sharing it!!
Thank you, Deborah.
“most mad and moonly” is one of my favorite E.E. Cummings lines, from [love is more thicker than forget]
Call her De. Brilliant and shining through all stages of night and in daytime reflecting the light to those who desire her fire. You are extraordinary, Lady!
Yes, I agree, you are extraordinary, De, truly!! This is so clever with just the perfect amount of cheekiness. I love the moon portrayed as independent, do-what-they-want women/girls!
Hmm.. haven’t
seen moon girl
lately in comments
here.. i thiNk
A dArk
side has
come for her
for awhile more..
i would smile but i
think it might be beYond..
that..
hmm..
moon buoys..
alWays SMiLes..
Ocean wHOle..
seriously..
listening
to thE dArk
siDe of the Moon..
and writing makes
A reAlly diM difference..
thOught i’D have something more to say..;)
Wonderful
“This morning, we caught her
sneaking home again, up
way past her bedtime,
still clad
in last night’s golden gown,
head hung only in swollen
hope, never
shame.”
You’re insanely gifted. Your voice is completely unique, and you do things most people don’t catch … with your line breaks, stacking, and such.
Like this:
“holding her darker
side less” … holding her darker (darkness) sideless … This means that when it comes to her guts, she doesn’t trouble herself with keeping the sides of her body closed up, so everything just seeps and oozes out. All the gross and all the goodness. Also, if you don’t have sides, you probably don’t have ribs. To me, this is Biblical … or anti-Biblical, as it were. A refuting, or refusal to accept that she was created to be a certain way … caged, owned/controlled by (or connected to) a man. The moon is a girl who’s under nobody’s thumb.
Everything about this poem is good and right … and you.
“she’ll read it in the morning/as she saunters by.” I can actually imagine the moon doing this. LOL. Great poem.
Fantabulous imagery! Wonderful word artistry. I was there with her every step of the way. ❤️
Very late to commenting…sorry. This is ridiculously good. I loved the sass in your voice and the personification was wildly imaginative. You brought her to life in a whole new light….and oh what a character you created! It will be hard for me to forget about “Miss Moon”. LOVED this, De!