Posts Tagged ‘moon

13
Feb
11

The Forgotten Way

She tripped over a tree root and stumbled.
He caught her by an elbow to stop her fall, steadied her
With a hand on each shoulder and a kiss on the nose.
He looked up at the sky.
Brought his hands together sharply- twice.
A moment of darkness before he repeated the motion just once
Stars burst back into brilliance; the moon shone brighter than a copper pot.
“Why didn’t you do than an hour ago?” she asked.
“I’d kind of forgotten I could,” he said.
He reached for her hand and they walked on.

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14
Jan
10

The Poet Nixon

Never let your head hang down.
Never give up and sit down and grieve.
Never say no when a client asks for something,
Even if it is the moon. You can always try, and
Anyhow there is plenty of time afterwards
To explain that it was not possible.
Find another way. And don’t pray when it rains
If you don’t pray when the sun shines.

21
Apr
09

Ciaran MacQuaid

Many a lonely night ago in a village by the bay
There was a sailor you may know
By the name of Ciaran MacQuaid.
He lived each day with but one thought
To love and be loved by me

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

I was a child and he was a child
And none so fearless and gay
And the jealous Dutchman sent a cloud to steal my Ciaran MacQuaid
It chilled his blood and took his life and left a shell for me

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

A wind blew out of the cloud at night
In this village by the bay
And then his high-born kinsmen came and bore his body away.
They shut him up in a sepulchre
In this village by the bay

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

Our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older and gray
No angels who live in heaven above
Or demons below the bay
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the valiant Ciaran MacQuaid

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

I live alone with my heart of stone
Yes, no more a lover I’ll be
And all the night-tide
I lie down by the side
Of my darling-my darling- my life and my pride

And the moon never beams but it brings me dreams of my valiant Ciaran MacQuaid
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes of my true love Ciaran- Ciaran MacQuaid

Several of us were talking about and ruminating on Edgar Allan Poe’s poem “Annabel Lee.” We all ended up either setting it to music or writing something inspired by it. This is mine.

20
Mar
09

3 A.M

City light maybe moonlight
Reflecting from the clouds and the dark water.
A barge shoving the water aside creating a hole
That mostly fills in around the tug moving and guiding it.
It’s 3 a.m. The pilot eats a meatloaf sandwich and thinks about home.

Moonlight maybe streetlight
Filtering through dark branches and the still clinging dead leaves.
Pale, eyes dark-ringed, mouth slack, chin in hand-
A 3 a.m. face reflecting in a window.
Cars begin moving again and thoughts with no star guiding them.

11
Feb
09

Lovecrazy

(Thank you, PG Wodehouse for the daisy chain.)

She’s not a very reasonable girl.
She’s more the sort you’d call a featherbrain.
She claims the moon’s carved from mother of pearl,
That twinkling stars make up God’s daisy chain.
She could easily cause you a migraine
And I’d take a view more censorious
Were her delight in me less glorious.