Each month a full moon rises in the sky, and each of these moons has a special name. In June the full moon is known as the Full Strawberry Moon, a name given to it by the Algonquin tribes, to whom it signaled the time to gather the ripening fruit. In Europe, where the strawberry is not a native fruit, this moon is known as the Full Rose Moon. This week, try writing a short poem of rhyming couplets about this month's full moon. For inspiration, read Percy Bysshe Shelley's "The Waning Moon."
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likeanapple replied on Permalink
strawberry moon poem
Every two fortnights, for life, We wait upon the moon-wife, The flat-faced affect shining, A coldness and a pining. Its stale light, mere reflection, Evokes in us connection. We gaze from window ledges, Like rabbits in the hedges. http://jessicaslavin.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/5680/
donnini replied on Permalink
Foryou
for you
The moon pales
where her breath sounds,
between this bed, the still night
and the country of her dreams.
And all creation it seems
(like a mother to her breasts)
has drawn the night around,
offering forever this warmth between.
But I am moved by another
more distant ground, into which
these scenes will soon dissipate
and rearrange, and like our love
no longer appear or be exchanged.
And where this sheet spreads
luminous over our limbs entwined,
a garden may grow, a yard, echo
with a child’s delight, or tree
in some distant generation, sway
beneath a vault of moonlight.
Donnini/2OO3.
greenbutterfly replied on Permalink
A Fullmoon Rose
2014-06-23
A Fullmoon Rose
A lovely blush she does give
upon the earth were we live.
A rosey light she does share
with all of those who at her
stare.
To me she is the story teller
of all the days gone by and if
you ask her, she will tell of all
the mystic's, poet's and dreamer's
enchantment's in the pages of time.
Full of poise and grace, she is
also the keeper of a fruitfully
full plate.