On the Night of the Scorpio Full Moon
On the night of the Scorpio Supermoon,
Sarah posts to facebook a large, moody photo
(taken by her Scorpio man) of that orb of light
surrounded by clouds. I, another child of Scorpio,
go out at midnight into my small back yard,
with the wand Letitia made for me –
and made it beautiful, filled with love and joy.
My neighbour over the back fence
is playing some jazzy rock that I like
with lots of high-pitched, screamy sax
and that strong beat of the heart.
He’s listening in his living-room;
he doesn’t know that I’m out here
with the moon directly above.
I almost lose my footing, gazing
straight up, throwing my head back,
arms wide, drawing down the light.
Infused with new strength, I send it
out as healing for the world, and for
particular individuals I love. Then I turn
in a circle, farewelling the Guardians.
Earlier today, online, by video, I met
with Judith, Narelle and Angie, to write –
to talk and laugh and write. Tomorrow I’ll meet
other Sarah, Kerry, Robbie and Bri for the same.
other Sarah, Kerry, Robbie and Bri for the same.
I am 80. What else should I do with my days
and my alive, embracing nights? What else
but make poetry and magic? Magic and poetry!
but make poetry and magic? Magic and poetry!
Photo © Simon Stokes 2020
This filled my heart. I was just told by someone that instead of writing lockdown poetry I should have written a novel. At least people would read that! I don't know how I keep a straight face and stay polite in such situations. But people will be people and the rest of us can hoard all of the magic and poetry!
ReplyDeleteAs my Mum used to say when other kids were mean to me when I was little: 'You should feel sorry for them, dear. They don't know any better.'
DeleteWhat else, indeed. Time well spent, I reckon.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed.
DeleteIt is always a delight to write poetry and immerse yourself in the scene you have created. We are all inspired by different things but being witness or character in the poem makes it so much better.
ReplyDeleteWe are the lucky ones.
DeleteAn enjoyable snapshot of moon-watching, Rosemary, with poetry and magic! I like the way you included your neighbour’s jazzy rock. I was out last night looking up at the sky and, like you, almost lost my footing. I hope I can still embrace nights when I’m 80. 😊
ReplyDeleteI'm darn sure you'll still be writing poetry!
DeleteLoved this. Great mood - always is when a sax is involved. Magic and poetry - my cup of tea.
ReplyDeleteOh, good!
DeleteThis is gorgeously written, Rosemary! I love moon-watching as well and often spend my time in the balcony serenading it. It's my constant muse. I also believe that one should practice what they love most.. in my case poetry and music. 💝💝
ReplyDeleteI especially enjoyed Stanza 3, having shared that very same experience, including the dizzying up-gaze, and the release of gained good to the Universe At Large. Great write, Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteThat's nice to know!
DeleteThis poem brought up great deep breaths and relaxed me into the morning--it is a beautiful act in itself.
ReplyDeleteAhhh! And your comment in turn does that for me.
DeleteThe third stanza had me smiling and sighing with delight. I'm 43. "What else should I do with my days / and my alive, embracing nights? What else / but make poetry and magic? Magic and poetry!"
ReplyDeleteThis is a soothing spell, Rosemary. Taking for sharing the words (and the moon energy) with the rest of us.
You are very welcome.
DeleteI love imaging you doing that. Poetry and magic go well together!
ReplyDeleteThey absolutely do.
Deletethis is just lovely. it's nice to read another poem about the moon today. thanks for the beauty!
ReplyDeleteYour own is just lovely too!
DeleteI love how your words draw me in and I feel like I'm right there in the scene of beauty and magic and poetry.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm so glad. Wasn't sure how all those very personal references would work, but was hoping they would do this.
DeleteEighty and enjoying the moon, nice
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💖love
Same to you, Gillena.
DeleteI love your energy, your philosophy, your curiosity, your humanity, your poetry.
ReplyDelete*Big smile.* What a great thing to be told!
DeleteThis is beautiful, and precisely what I needed tonight. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI’m very happy that that is so.
DeleteAll magic by moonlight has a special potency!
ReplyDeleteVery true.
DeleteI can feel an aura of contentment about you....comforting to read
ReplyDeleteYes, I did feel that when writing this poem. Glad it rubbed off on you.
DeleteRosemary, This was a fun read. I identify with it also, more ways than one.
ReplyDeleteOur neighbors here in Katy, a Houston, Texas, suburb are from various places in the world.
Right, South America (the just bought the house from a Canadian and wife from Brazil)
Across, China
Left across, Netherlands, born in South Africa
Behind, Hispanic family.
Both the new neighbors and the Hispanics play loud music that sings in Spanish. They would be eating, playing, or in their pools. Most of us have pools.
And we have talked before about being OBE (Over Bloody Eighty). One of my other Aus friends so much wanted to join the club but she, Merle, died a few months before reaching it. That was in 2013, the year I joined.
I too am Scorpio, the next to last day of October.
Oh yes, my May 30 post, Sunday Muse, used your new-to-me form, it was an Elevensies Trio.
Have a good week, thank you for hosting the "Friday News".
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I've just been and had a look. You did well with your elevensies trio – a form new to all of us at present. You made it look easy. I'm glad you found lots to identify with here. (I knew you were a fellow Scorpio. I am November 12.)
DeleteNot just another moon inspired poem, but a magical one.
ReplyDelete*Smile*
DeleteI love this … it channels a wonderful wise and mystical quality that is mesmerizing.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Just goes to show, we should put the personal details in. I was uncertain if they'd work, but apparently it's true what I've been taught, that they translate as universal.
DeleteI'm glad that your days are filled with friends and words to write and that you offer up your best wishes of comfort to the world.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joel. It makes me glad too.
DeleteIf we had no magic and no poetry, what would we have?
ReplyDeleteYes – we know we are blessed.
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