I love full moons. There is something comforting in seeing a friendly face gaze down, there is a certitude in the moon’s rhythm, and a synchronicity that points to That Which Is Beyond. Beloved by those who are romantically inclined,  by Celtic Christians, Druids, Pagans, those of ancient religions and others. They are ‘magical’ to behold. And to commemorate this ‘super’ super-moon, I couldn’t think of anything better than to write a poem of praise, so here’s a poem. It ‘sits’ roughly within the style of ‘found poetry’.

– oOo –

Above the tower – a lone, twice-sized moon
breaks upon the city’s domes.
‘Art thou pale for weariness of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
dreaming serenely up the sky?’

Slipping softly through the sky,
pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon,
so tremulously like a dream,
to keep me company.
Thy beauty makes me like the child.

Thou silver deity of secret night,
yours is the light by which my spirit’s born.
She’s the mistress of the night.
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

It mesmerizes lovers and dreamers.
A ghostly bridge ’twixt heaven and me.

– oOo –

‘Found poetry’ according to Wikipedia ‘is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry (a literary equivalent of a collage) by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning.’ The abovementioned poem uses ‘borrowed’ phrases from: Dylan Thomas, Sara Teasdale, William Henry Davies Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, Henry David Thoreau, Robert Louis Stevenson, Linda Ori, Siegfried Sassoon and others.