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(38,318 posts)One of them actually sits on top of things and howls.
Baitball Blogger
(46,737 posts)It was not exactly a red ring around the full moon. It was more like a red sunburst effect. Beautiful.
Honeycombe8
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(22,845 posts)nolabear
(41,987 posts)The first was written for a Japanese Moon Viewing Festival some years ago and the second for a history project for a town that was originally inhabited by the Snoqualmie Indians and is based on one of their legends. Btw I did once hold a piece of the moon.
A Mostly True Story about the Moon
Once upon a time I held a piece
of the moon in my hand,
a pebble no bigger
than a postage stamp.
It didnt look like moon;
it looked like desert.
It looked like it needed
documentation, an affidavit
to prove it wasnt a lie. There were people
who still believed the moon surface we saw
on television was really Arizona,
an American trick to fool
the little countries and the children.
And so I tested it.
It didnt shine.
It didnt make the level
in my water glass rise or fall.
Nothing bled or stopped bleeding.
Nothing howled.
The crumb of moon lay
in my palm like a broken off
piece of a dream,
a quarter note parted
from a hundred thousand moony songs,
loves magic gone incognito.
I tried to remember it
from when I was small and
lay on my back in
dewy summer twilight
staring up and wondering
about jumping cows and green cheese,
and who it would make kiss me someday.
I didnt recognize it
after all these years,
didnt trust it, even though
I, too, turned out
more ordinary than I thought Id be,
further from the things Id been a part of.
I wished I could take its lonesome self out
and show it, up close, how
the tide really feels around your feet
and what an eclipse looks like from here
and how, if I held it at just the right distance,
it would blot out the rest of itself
in the night sky.
But as I said, I too had grown
a little less sure of myself
than I used to be, so
instead I left it, knowing two things
that I couldnt help it any more
than it could help me, and that
the moon in the summer twilight
would never be quite full again.
Moon the Changer Makes this Place
There was a day, the people told their children,
When you could fish that slough by hand.
When the salmonberries bent
so low over the water the dog salmon would leap for the buds
thinking they were dragonflies,
when the spring air tasted like loam just waking,
just throwing back the covers of its dirt bed,
the maidenhair ferns and horsetails shaking themselves free of winter
and the cottonwoods seeding the air like late, warm snow.
The Snoqualmie say that Moon made all these things,
Moon the Transformer, Moon the Changer.
Moon changed an angry man into fire
And a fish trap into a waterfall.
He made the salmon go out to hunt in the spring
And come home, fat and fertile in the fall.
Moon the Changer and his brother Sun watched from the Sky World
Through trees so tall they could brush them with their hands
And the people, satisfied, stayed for a long time,
Snoqualmie, Salish, Moon and Sun, all
in this bowl of earth between the mountains.
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nolabear
(41,987 posts)What a thing that must have been, to stand on that little rock and look back at this one.
texanwitch
(18,705 posts)We had rain this weekend, missed last night.
A Harvest Moon in a place without city lights is so special.