Writing and the moon—a growing poem
#81 blinded by moonlight how gingerly I write breath like a tiny gong #100 it is impossible for you to write about the moon— madam, you are the moon #17 morning moon rolls her eye at another metaphoric flourish
~ rachel mcalpine ~
Poems about writing and the moon
These poems about writing and the moon are breeding like rabbits. Maybe they are breeding in your brain too…
There are so many poems about the moon because people never tire of gazing at the moon!
Even the word is hypnotic
So soon the moon is full again
but no-one knows, or can explain
who empties it?
I knew you would have a moon poem
She and I regularly exchange greetings.
How bright the sky looks when the moon decides to visit in all her glory. And just like Peter, I wonder who empties the moon and where to?
So that’s not just an illusion? Curiouser and curiouser…
I love your little moon dips.
When I think of the moon in a poem I break into a recitation of ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas: “the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below.” I cannot recite more of that poem, but there you go. I learned something in elementary school.
That describes last night’s full moon pretty well for me. (Except no snow.) It keeps me awake for the time it takes to traverse my bedroom window. Saying, I suppose, look at me, look at me!
And how about “the road was a ribbon of moonlight” in The Highwayman, another poem learned by heart by thousands of schoolchildren.
That one I don’t know by heart. Maybe I was out sick the week it was taught!
More a British teacher’s choice, maybe
These two little poems are gorgeous in their imagery and individuality! Loving the first one’s use of the word ‘gingerly’. It makes me perk up a little. 🙂
I loved #100 . Thank you for a perfect pearl of a poem.
Thank you Alison.