Full moon rising,
your red dress ripped,
my arms and legs torn
by brambles,
cyphers of blood
writing our story.
Deep orange
flooding through veins.
Volcanic passage
erupting
across forests
in which we lay down.
Lunatics,
our bodies gone,
lost to the full moon,
unable to breath,
struggling
to hold on to us.
Deep power
pouring from night.
The stars are singing
through our reaching flesh
as we touch
the trembling sky.
We are lost
with the lost moths,
battering their wings
against the burning
illusion
of eternal light.
Moon image courtesy of Google Images. / Poem by clinock.
Luna in her beauty makes lunatics of us all. Amazing poem and picture John.
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Luna is my mistress and guide…I am lunatic by choice…She is my lover…
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Thanks so much Gary…enjoy her power and magic tonight…
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Hi John…..moments ago I looked at and photographed the amazing moon tonight……BUT….to see your image and then share your poem….it has come alive……with feeling….with imagery and meaning…..with fiery colour. WOW! A real lasting experience. thank you!
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and thank you Robert…we share the moon and her magic…
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Such a rich poem, full of emotion and beauty x
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Thank you very much for your kind words Ina x
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“We are lost
with the lost moths,
battering their wings
against the burning
illusion
of eternal light” …… Love these lines, John. ‘with’ is a favorite word and you use it beautifully.
I’ll have to ‘feel’ my way through this moon perigee though. There isn’t a space between the clouds here. Beautiful la luna all the same…
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Jana, your comment inspires as always, thank you. Clouds often hide full moons over Vancouver but we are in midst of a long heatwave so I anticipate clear skies, or more to the point, I ORDER clear skies as this is a Leo full moon…
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Enjoy how you’re playing/working with luna/lunatics here John!
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Can’t separate them once they begin to dance together…
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Not just ‘another’ but rightfully, YOUR full moon, my leo / lion friend! 😉
Your words make the moon bow in delight, how could I be an exception! 🙂
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I return both bows with thanks and gratitude, for the moon’s light and for yours, dear Marina…
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And wasn’t she spectacular this past weekend? I am mesmerized by this poem. It definitely captures the beauty, mystery and magic of the moon and its power to inspire deep emotion!
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Thank you for your lovely words Debra…
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