BLUE MOON GIRL

In 2012, there was a Blue moon in December, and another in August of 2013, This year, there will be four in a row... June 23, July 22, Aug. 20 and Sept. 19.

In the Ides of this blue moon August,

Rhiannon waxes for the second time around,

so I stand on this dark tor where we,

enchanted,

traveled down time and into memory.

The mummer of mystic voices

no longer drifts up from the forest

and I am pinned to the ground

by an array of stars who sing

in the voice of a lonely

blues guitar, and remember

how we danced with our lips

in the cool air, and swayed slow

and sensual to a rhythm of our own.

Reviews

[Patricia]

very beautiful, and you are a heaven watcher as well! I love watching the skies, wish I could afford a telescope, that is where you would find me, with paper and pen in hand. Love a blue moon! it is so romantic but in reality it is very chaotic out there, well, I guess some romances are the same. Here's to heavenly romance and not chaotic universe ones, Cheers!

[Vol]

My dream lover I named Sylvia, and she has been a valuable chaeacter in many poems, When I met Patricia Alice, I found I've lived long enough that many of my stories are all just amalgams of no telling how many "ghost memories." And every "love poem" I've ever written is about Patricia Alice, the love of my life... even those written decades before we met,
Vol

[Clif]

Nice poem. Could mystic voices be disembodied spectral mummerings? I play some blues guitar. We have had many once in a blue moons all summer.

[Vol]

Clif,
I love me some good blues! Back in 1970, "Down in the Alley" got some regular play on a Biloxi station, and I thought I would never hear it again. I recently checked it out on YouTube and found half a dozen covers... We had a quiet few intamate hours under Birdsong Bridge over the Natchez Trace near Franklin, TN.and, aside from the wee hour, occasional car below, there was a the sound of voices that came form an entirely indeterminate place... we could not make out the words, but we were otherwise occupied, anyway.
Vol

[Lorry]

I heard a blue moon girl came a visiting last night, but I couldn't see her behind a rather unappealing layer of thick cloud!
If only I had known, I'd have tried to catch her! 😊
But I think your tale wins over my what could been Vol. I did try to make it obvious by wearing my penguin onesie, but she must have had trouble seeing a man penguin standing in his garden in the middle of nowhere! 😊

[Vol]

Lorry,
I was tending bar last night and had every one go outside to see her and recited...read moreLorry,
I was tending bar last night and had every one go outside to see her and recited...
Aware
By D. H. Lawrence

Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze,
Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so
Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze
See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know
I loved, but there she goes and her beauty hurts my heart;
I follow her down the night, begging her not to depart.
The cowboys liked it and a couple of old ladies wanted me to give them a ride home.
Vol

[Chris Shaw]

A fabulous write. The heavens can certainly evoke memories. Your blue moon girl, the subject of some delightfully sensual poetry. Great lines here Vol.

Chris

[Vol]

Cheis,
I've lived long enough that many of my stories are al true amalgams of no telling how many "ghost memories." And every "love poem" I've ever written are about Patricia Alice, the love of my life... even those written decades before we met,
Vol

[Miss Sharon]

Wow! Is it hot in here? Love this write. These lines especially spoke to me...("I am pinned to the ground
by an array of stars who sing in the voice of a lonely blues guitar) Beautiful poetry! ~Sharon

[Vol]

Thank you, Miss Sharon,
It was a very sensual time when we would ride the motorcycle out onto the Natchez Trace... a soaring bridge overlooking Birdsong valley, then under the bridge for a little extra fun.
Vol