Summers' Ball

A description of the Super-Moon meeting the Summer Solstice in the sky.

A super fantastic transition delights

With outlines of silver upon indigo.

The firmament is a hanging curtain

Of beads offering luminous residue

Through its opal openings like pearl 

Teardrops barely noticeable and lost

In the Arctic white of a Goddess full.

She towers in the night, powerful.

She holds the curtain of darkness

Like a cape of celebration worn

Over her marble lighthouse watch

To honor a new summer solstice.

A glowing smile penetrates the eyes

Lightening up the soul like laughter  

Cresting concrete rooftops nearby

Crystal whiskers break the surface

Like a spun glass sea urchin rising

Up the steps of heaven, as music 

Orchestrated in low notes of color

Is birthed into existence far below

The pale legs of a pregnant Moon.

The horizon dances into our mortal view

From every earthly perch and waking eye.

Windows become the fiery dance-floors

Where waltzing Gods footsteps do blaze.

Red spirals are offered like warm kisses

Upon the wind swept movements above,

While birds sing a cappella the 'Ode to Joy'.  

 

Author's Note

How I viewed the events of June 22nd/23rd in the Pacific Northwest, while celebrating with friends all night long into the day.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

dude! pregnant moon! i love that euphemism.......this rocks! damn you amaze with your wit! excellent poetry! 100/100

[Astro]

Thanks quin, again coming out of a bit of a dry spell in my creative process, but had some inspiring events to help me on my way.

[quinfinn]

the moon is great inspiration...well done....

[Astro]

She reflects. A truer metaphor cannot be found.