My silver lady hangs safely among the stars,
Swimming through the firmament on her 28-day cycle.
Shedding her light upon the earth
Often she sits in the pale blue sky during the day
On dark nights, she brings romance and mystery
Often time’s shady dealings are done beneath her gaze
Yet for me, she is my lady bringing magic
A time of spells, for love and luck
She is known for inspiration, which all writers need
A friend since early childhood and remains so to this day
At 72, the years have been long. I whisper my thoughts to her
On nights when I cannot see her, still I whisper
As I know she is out there somewhere in the world
I believe she has stopped me losing my marbles
My mind as sharp as it was years ago
My friend ever watching me, my white ghost, one I can never be afraid of.
If I have a problem or a question,
She will often answer with a solution.
In my teens, I would walk the streets late at night just to be with her
While she watches over me I feel safe. I know nothing can harm me
I know that it is said that the full moon brings madness
For me, her beautiful white light brings only joy
A feeling of someone who loves me, cares enough to send comfort.
Whenever the moon is missing from my night sky
I feel jealous of other continents where she shines
As if a lover has been taken from me, I await her return
When she arrives, I lie in my garden when the moon is full
I watch the clouds slide across her face as if powdering her cheeks
The coloured halo as she shines through a cloud
What secrets she could tell of days long gone
When Adam and Eve first made love, her light upon them
God turned his face away, sending them from the garden.
She was there when Noah built the Ark and when the pyramids were built
When Arthur drew the sword from the stone
What secrets she could tell of Stonehenge
Of Merlin, his wand pulling lightning from the sky to build Camelot
To summon Arthurs Knights to sit at the round table
She was there at my birth and seeped into my soul
Lovers swear undying love beneath her light
Artists and poets need her to lay colour on canvas, words on paper
Those who are lost find their way home
Her light shining a path beneath their feet
No need to feel lost or lonely, speak to her
I do, she holds all my secrets close and
Like Pandora’s Box, never lets them out again
They are secrets after all.
Some believe her to be nothing but a lump of hollow rock
I say they have lost their soul.
Scientists try to tell us she is nothing but a satellite
That appeared from nowhere, placing herself in perfect position.
They tell us of a time when the earth had no moon
Still, I say they are soulless, empty
They speak of the dark side of the moon as if there is evil there
I know there are dark and dangerous things in our universe
The moon is not one of them
There are many great wonders in our universe
Many more moons
Jupiter has so many I cannot count them
I feel the splendour, yet cannot fall in love at their sight
Saturn, with its beautiful rings, the stars
All fade beside our own moon
The new moon, fingernail moon, Hunter’s moon, blood moon
These are her many faces.
Those of us who have found a soulmate beneath the full moon
Will tell you nothing can compare with the magic she shines on us
For she is the Holy Grail, the Philosophers Stone
All the things people have searched for over a million years
Our moon puts old magic and new into the air.
I know there are those who use her power for the dark arts
The weak minded that have held onto life’s pain
Trying to get even with some poor soul with spells of darkness
There are those who would remind you
The moon has no light of her own, that she steals it from the sun
I say it matters not where she gets it from.
The light was the first thing brought into the Universe
Therefore it is good.
Where would we be without it?
Would you want to go back to a time when the world was dark
Hiding in caves, crawling around and jumping at shadows?
I for one would rather stand in the light of the moon a while longer
I know we would not be where we are without the sun
Everything is linked, the moon the shiniest of these links
She turns the tides, not only of the seas
She turns man’s fortunes, bringing fame and fortune
Prestige and position to those who seek it
I don’t care that the moon has to steal her light
To shine her magic on all of us.
Take a walk in the woods late at night, beneath a full moon
I dare you to tell me you feel nothing, no love, no magic
It is there. Wake up to it. Keep it with you when you leave the woods
It will help you face life’s troubles and find your own magic
Let it be the voice that whispers when you need it
Share it with others if you can, it will come back double
And be with you always
I found my magic when I was ten years old
Each night when the moon shines above me
I thank her for being there to watch over me and my family
I hope and pray that you find that one love to get you through this life
If I could, I would have the full moon shining outside my bedroom window every night
I bless the day I found her…
©Anita Dawes
What a lovely poem!
Beautiful. I can totally identify. I love seeing her out in full splendor. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for such a lovely comment, Lindi…
Reblogged this on heroicallybadwriter and commented:
Here are some spell-bidning verses on our Moon
Thank you so much for reblogging Anita’s poem, Moon. She was inspired when she wrote that one, I think!
Oh most certainly. A wonderful piece of poetry. The last time I looked the re-blog had notched up 8 likes.
Beautiful evocation of our Sister, Moon.
Has to be reblogged.
Thank you…
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