myths of moon 

we call her full. we name 
her half. as if she hasn’t 
stolen every last 
thing she’s got from 
that ball of fire. 

we swoon as she rises, 
knowing she will leave 
us again. knowing stars
are not enough. knowing
she’s the stuff of wild. 
of wolf. of buck. 

we swallow her like a seed,
the pit of some forbidden 
fruit we ache to know, then 
slice her thin to slip a 
slivered taste on hungry 

we blame her for our lunacy,
our treachery,
the tempest of our tides. 

we deem her a goddess,
but i really think she might 
just be some ancient 
coffee ring left behind. 


In November, we poem.

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3 Responses to myths of moon 

  1. Misky says:

    Caught up completely in the wonder of your moon, and then laughed at the final line. Wonderful.

  2. Ron. says:

    o this is just totally looneygood

  3. neil reid says:

    nice. I wonder how the moon shines on your lake. is it shy?

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