Moon-glow Memories

Image Credit: © Ritu Bhathal

 

Welcome home

the glow said to me–

weary from

work and time

dragging me down. But light

keeps shadows at bay–

 

memories, they stay,

in moonlit places–

yet faces,

dark creatures

still slither into my dreams–

till dawn, and I’m free—

 

moon-glow memories

dance the way we did

remember?

Hand-in-hand

we moved, kissed, together said

words of love, now gone.

 

A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, using Ritu  Bhathal’s photo prompt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moon Magic

 

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Find us–

shimmering light

on cold December nights

when we’re in need of moon magic—

a gift

 

When I was at my mom’s on Thursday night, I looked up to see the bright full moon shining in her window. (She lives on the 17th floor, and it was rising over the city.) I couldn’t get a shot, but it was magical.

This is a crapsey cinquain for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday challenge.  We were to use synonyms for give and shake.

 

 

 

Pleiades

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The Pleiades, an open cluster consisting of approximately 3,000 stars at a distance of 400 light-years (120 parsecs) from Earth in the constellation of Taurus. It is also known as ‘The Seven Sisters’, or the astronomical designations NGC 1432/35 and M45. NASA, ESA, AURA/Caltech, Palomar ObservatoryThe science team consists of: D. Soderblom and E. Nelan (STScI), F. Benedict and B. Arthur (U. Texas), and B. Jones (Lick Obs.) [Public domain]

He’s breathless

at the sight of them,

all seven

beautiful.

Heedless of their desires,

only knows his own.

 

A god’s touch–

they’re doves. Now weightless,

flying high

and higher

through the moon’s shimmer, and then,

too, they glimmer.

 

Ageless, they

wander, star-lighted,

twinkling and

traveling

through the skies. Are they at peace?

Immortal sisters

 

still pursued

but untouchable,

in stellar

grace they sail

an indigo timeless sea

forever and on.

 

For Laura’s dVerse prompt, “less is more. . .”  She gave us a list of words. I chose breathless, weightless, ageless, and I added timeless. This is a shadorma sequence. I’m also linking it to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt. 

 

 

 

 

All Hallows’ Eve

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John Everett Millais, “The Somnambulist.”

 

Walls

dissolve

on this night–

All Hallows’ Eve

when the fairies ride,

and ghostly presences

shimmer, translucent figures

beckon from burial plots. “Come,”

they whisper, and you see the ground turned

waiting—waiting for you—one push—you wake.

 

An etheree for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday using synonyms for dig and grave.

 

 

 

Dawn

Eos,

Eos, Evelyn de Morgan

Dawn,

blushing

awakens–

pitcher in hand,

she waters with dew

the earth as she rises,

leading the way for the sun–

the god in his chariot glides–

swallowing night in his golden blaze.

But to where does rosy-fingered dawn fly?

On feathered wings, she dances with the stars,

creates new life with passionate embrace,

cares for her incandescent steeds,

(though careless with her lovers)

she beckons and woos, then

sleeps to rise again–

saffron-robed and

radiant–

bringing

light.

 

Colleen is back! A double etheree for her Tanka Tuesday, using synonyms for beginning and consume. I haven’t written one of these in a while. It’s a fun exercise.

There was a beautiful sunrise this morning.

 

 

 

 

If a Deer Runs in a Forest

It’s just past sunrise when I see him. I wonder why he’s there alone, the little deer. I wonder if he’s one of the twins, I saw lying in the grass a day or two before. His light brown coat blends into the woods so well that I almost missed him. We both stopped walking. His ears twitch, and I see him sniffing the air. I take one step, and he takes one step. Finally—though I want to stay– I walk on, as quietly as I can. I feel like I’m disturbing his peace, though the sight of him has made my day. Later, when I see a group of deer resting together, I wonder if he’s there amongst them, with his family and friends. I wonder if they missed him when he was off on his own, and if they are all happy to be together again.

 

fawn loses his spots,

russet leaves fall to the ground–

time passes unheard

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This is for dVerse’s Haibun Monday, where qbit/Randall is the guest pub tender. He asks us to write about one member or element of a group. So, I guess that little deer made a big impression on me. I’m also linking to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, where it’s open prompt words or “poet’s choice.”