In honor of these amazing celestial phenomena, I also would like to share a great moon poem by Molly Fisk:
Hunter's Moon
Early December, dusk, and the sky
slips down the rungs of its blue ladder
into indigo. A late-quarter moon hangs
in the air above the ridge like a broken plate
and shines on us all, on the new deputy
almost asleep in his four-by-four,
lulled by the crackling song of the dispatcher,
on the bartender, slowly wiping a glass
and racking it, one eye checking the game.
It shines down on the fox’s red and grey life,
as he stills, a shadow beside someone’s gate,
listening to winter. Its pale gaze caresses
the lovers, curled together under a quilt,
dreaming alone, and shines on the scattered
ashes of terrible fires, on the owl’s black flight,
on the whelks, on the murmuring kelp,
on the whale that washed up six weeks ago
at the base of the dunes, and it shines
on the backhoe that buried her.
slips down the rungs of its blue ladder
into indigo. A late-quarter moon hangs
in the air above the ridge like a broken plate
and shines on us all, on the new deputy
almost asleep in his four-by-four,
lulled by the crackling song of the dispatcher,
on the bartender, slowly wiping a glass
and racking it, one eye checking the game.
It shines down on the fox’s red and grey life,
as he stills, a shadow beside someone’s gate,
listening to winter. Its pale gaze caresses
the lovers, curled together under a quilt,
dreaming alone, and shines on the scattered
ashes of terrible fires, on the owl’s black flight,
on the whelks, on the murmuring kelp,
on the whale that washed up six weeks ago
at the base of the dunes, and it shines
on the backhoe that buried her.
(c) Molly Fisk, reprinted with permission, and you can read more about her work on her website.
honored to be part of your blog, and what a good idea for a blog it is! mange mange takk fra en norske kvinne, og god jul...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your poem with us, Molly!
ReplyDeleteWe saw it! Set the alarm clock for 2.30 in the morning, got up, threw on some clothes, woke up the kids, and then watched outside as the little white sliver that was left of the full moon slowly went away into a darkred full moon. Eerie and beautiful! When we woke up at 6 AM the full moon was back with full strength and everything was normal again.
ReplyDeleteFound a fantastic pic here of another lunar http://www.saaf.se/gallery2/v/Solsystemet/mw_moonecl010109.jpg.html?g2_imageViewsIndex=1
ReplyDeleteI didn´t see at all, went out to look for the moon but it was gone behind the horizon.