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Wednesday, 10 February 2010
My first successful moonshot, so to speak...
Selene, you shine on me and mine, Your cold light borrowed from the sun. Sometimes you eclipse that great ball, Dark dragon bringing early night, Then the certain slide back to light.
Ripped untimely from Earth’s womb But too small to slip loose from her strings, Forever thrown together and apart, Pirouetting face to face In a spin over the gravity at your heart.
No warmth, yet you dragged life from the deep, Ancient strandlines, first faltering steps Up the shore to the high and dry. Ironic effect of you, desiccate and cold, On the waters of my home, my cells, my brain.
Strange attractor of pale, lonely types, And the mad and dangerous to know, Howling, their changeling other selves In monthly worship of your full, round face. Hidden forces, subtle fingers tweaking neural chords.
Blue moon, stain of far-off forest fires, Red moon, each revolution’s bloody period, Harvest moon, gratitude for summer’s bounty, Silver moon, shining echo of day’s warmth, Selene, On winter nights, my bright moon, serene.