O, Crescent Victory

Glittered, ice-dust scrapes and stretches across sky and sea.  The gossamer wind carries my thoughts as they shift and shake, gliding across the cresting coastline. Out my window hovers the ever-altering, constant moon.

 

O, Luna.

Ixchel.

Der Mond.

O, crescent victory,

ever reborn,

ever dying.

How time defaces all things,

all things but your face.

The rain strips the earth,

but you remain unharmed.

The Huracan of Myan myth

could not reach your peaceful shores.

The stormy blast of Wotan’s horde,

could not but taste your spiced Eden.

To rest in your light,

is to rest in the arms of Morpheus.

To lay in your shadow,

is to be touched by the hand of Somnus.

You are truly the eye of the dark night.

My soul lays exposed in your beam.

 

     I step back from my window at the sound of shuffling steps, and see in its reflection the January angel. In the liquid of her beautying gaze even the freshly fallen snow seems stained. Sarah speaks in a hushed tone.

     “Do you look on life or death within your hovering gaze?”  Without movement her presence seems to surround my soul. 

     “I’ve been looking above life and death, at the mocking moon.”

     “Was there hope for you in its eye?”

     I turn toward her porcelain figure and speak.

 

“I see hope,

but not here.

I taste life,

but not near.

 I am fed on despair,

 and am filled with hopelessness.

But above the sky the moon rests,

and in its’ crescent form

sings life incarnate.”

Author's Note

From chapter two of "An owl on the moon,” In the bitter breeze: February…

Reviews

[Moonie]

As a cancerian( ruled by the moon) i can really really appreciate this beautiful sensual ode to the lunar godess. Your pace never falters even once. The pic is absolutely stunning and adds even more beauty to this masterpiece.

[An owl on the moon]

I am so grateful you passed by to share your light and your presence for these moments. Thank you. And thankful you gave me insight into your poetic name. Ah, and she also is a friend from across the sea. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear friend. The words danced into a perfect meaning. I enjoyed this poem.

Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you my friend. I am always gracious for your visits.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved this poem and you are welcome.

[Mrudula Rani]

Craig, are you born under the zodiacal sign of Cancer? If you are, then you are a moonchild. The Cancerians seem to hold a special love for moon. " You are truly the eye of dark night. My soul lays exposed in your beam " that's how I always feel about the moon. Eu adorei sua poesia , cada palavra, cada frase... sua poesia e uma obra-prima. Tudo de bom. Um grande abraço.

[An owl on the moon]

Muito obrigado, Mrudula! I am an Aquarian, yet I do so love the moon. It gives me peace to stare into the sky and watch her hovering over me. Você é tão gentil. Suas palavras sempre levantam minha alma. Um grande abraço.

[Mrudula Rani]

From an Aquarian to another it is wonderful to know you, we Aquarians are supposed to be entering a new lunar phase starting today. I wish all your hopes and dreams come true. Tudo de bom. Abraço

[An owl on the moon]

I long for this beautiful time of becoming. May this new pathway of you open wondrous dreams in these days to come. Vamos subir com cada onda selvagem ... Abraço...

[Mrudula Rani]

Muito obrigada.

[Robin Saxon]

Having read a selection of your work, I can honestly say that I am impressed with not only your style but the content matter. Your work stands above the parapet in relation to others that float endlessly through these pages.

[An owl on the moon]

I so deeply appreciate your kindness and encouragement, Robin. Thank you.

[just is]

Love that last stanza, This is so very well written. amazing write here

[Ghania]

It's lovely how you manage to bring life into moon and sing the praise in such a Beautiful manner.
And your pictures match the theme so well.
Loved this one. :)

[An owl on the moon]

I have always found such mystery and comfort in the moon. A friend since childhood. And your words only bring joy to the writing now. :)

[Ghania]

Haha. That's something interesting. You're right, BTW. Moon comes with its own mysteries and tales.

[Ghania]

Keep on writing about Moon, my dear friend. I'm so interested to read more.

[An owl on the moon]

I promise! So thankful for your encouragement, dear friend. Always. :)

[Ghania]

You're welcome.

[Ruth]

Oh how stunning! This is beautiful...and life/nature/the universe goes on while human form fails to comprehend the eternity in all of that...being grounded here is a conundrum at best...I love this :)

[An owl on the moon]

So appreciate your insights and encouragement, always dear Poppy! There is something about the moon that has always brought such mysterious life to light. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

man do i like this one Owly! a very beautiful ode to the moon sprinkled with stark realities ...into me ol library with this one love the form you have given your poem as well ...shapely ...and grounded ... the interruptions well placed and paces my reading with ease ... not easy to sing praise to the moon ..i also especially like that you chose her crescent to focus on...wish i had thought of that ;)
E.
ps i think the pic is stunning

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, my friend! So happy that you enjoyed a bit of moonlight madness here. Thank you! And this is an acquaintance of mine from Portugal, the soul of the story.

[Einstein Noodle]

you mean she is real???? ;) ........well...... tell her that Einstein Noodle thinks her pic is stunning ... :) you have quite the stories in your life don't you sir Owl?!

[An owl on the moon]

Haha, I will make sure! Oh, my friend we all have such stories, don't we. Some that take us the edges of us, and some beyond.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes..i suppose you are right :)))))))))))))))))