Shine, Mediterranean Selene
unique goddess of this dark life
glow with pride and forget the strife
all my nights are lonely and serene.
I'm yours, only yours, pure and clean
and although your distrust is rife
soon, so soon... you'll become my wife
believe these words of sacred mien.
Do not let envy plant those seeds
of fear, of jealousy and spite
from the demons come those breeds
whose gossip and lies seek our fight
They're who expect your heart concedes
to steal what lives just for your light.
Earth’s sphere of fire bids adieu to me
As dying embers gleam across the sea
In rare hues reflected by autumn trees,
Swirling in motion with October’s breeze.
I feel the joy this season has to share
In golden harvest that the branches bear,
And I am thankful for this blessed year,
For divine abundance I share so dear.
The sun and moon take on a special glow
As thunder clouds move swiftly with the flow.
Yes, autumn coaxes feelings to revive,
Those mem’ries of past seasons still alive.
When autumn spreads her dress of lacey frost
I know, in breathless beauty, I’ll be lost.
© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong
Gracing the night as a pale shining sphere
Shedding her beams o'er the land far and near
Gliding along with the curtain of stars
With her companions, bright Venus and Mars
Light all around me reflects on the snow
Bathed in the presence of Luna's fair glow
Moonlight the same over thousands of years
Shines on the earth as a comfort to fears
Moon that is full, or a crescent that wanes
On through the ages, fair Luna remains
Kissing the slumbering earth with her light
Shining in beauty so soft through the night
As the earth does endure, as the ages roll by
May the moon ever shine as a lamp in the sky
~ Written 2/26/13 for the Moon is my Muse Contest. First Place.
The chill of night holds old remorse
Like some old song I've heard before
And though a half moon knows the chords
Such crescent music strays off course
Through dark of night all eyes are blinded
Such slender light, so small upturned
With strains of sadness so aligned
Where even stars weep sad nocturnes
Please moon, become the whole you are
I need your lamp to see me through
Although there are one million stars
This night is lonely without you
So slight your smile that fills the eye
Each falling star will search the sky
For Russell's Contest: Moon Is My Muse
Like fingers, lovely birch tree shadows play
On virgin snow like hands upon a sheet;
So bright the moon it seems like light of day,
But stars among the forest’s members peek.
And while my Love lies pleasantly at rest,
I dream awake and contemplate my muse;
Enraptured by this scene on winter’s breast
Where thoughts are drawn and peacefully diffused.
So now I look upon the face of time
And all my years of life become but one.
In timelessness I feel my spirits climb,
Where thoughts of love and life can laugh and run.
Now I am left at peace and free to be,
There lost within the moon’s tranquility…
Claim thy night oh moon and light mine oak
Draw near thou brume, and dusk thy cloak
Lest love retreat in dream, thus natures’ held
Betwixt mine raven sense, to quake n’ meld
Like fireflies that claim the earth and shine
Tall wings doth go to beauty quiet sublime
Withall accoutrement the quick-glow ere
That rocks the night to life, as chandelier
Tis I, the arch that finds the barn in dance
As summer gifts her latent sweet romance
Life enters in like Eve, a wakeful solitude
God’s eyes on us, love-days of multitude
Thus gather dust from star before the moon
And watch it verily unfold to fill your room
The moon plays at being the midnight sun
with abandon he struts across the sky
in such majesty it catches my eye
I bow in obeisance, my heart is won
Behind him come plunderous clouds of white
riders on horses with dust in their wake
racing steeds on a quest to overtake
the renegade moon in his selfish plight
Closing in for capture they poise their net
as the stars watch their proud King's demise
the clouds press on eager to seize the prize
and use the moon's light to their own benefit
The final bugle sounds, in hues of gold
The sun peeks up to watch it all unfold
I believe that God invented dance
because I've seen the horses prance,
and watched dancers intertwine;
a dance by moonlight is divine.
I've giggled as the swirl of leaves
surrendered to an autumn breeze;
thrilled at the dolphin's smooth line
gliding freely through moonlit brine .
I've mocked the robin's bob and run
in comic search for wiggle worm;
winked at stars in heaven's design,
whose dance in moonlight is divine.
Such joyful movement will enchant;
I'm glad that God invented dance.
She lived inside a hut within the wood-
a strange and lovely woman, nature’s child.
They said she was a witch, but she was good,
a friend to all the creatures of the wild.
The solitary wolf she’d come across,
though wounded, was a living work of art.
He lay beneath the moon with coat of gloss
and eyes that sadly shone; he stole her heart.
He loved her; she admired his grace and might,
and so she sorrowed when he howled with pain,
for when the swollen moon glowed in the night,
she had to keep him fettered with a chain.
That true and feral beauty that she leashed -
was strangely what first drew her to the beast.
For the True Beauty (ending twist) old poems acceptable Contest of Sandy Ivy D
The moon and stars, together scheme
to trespass, searching through the air
until they find my window sill -
Caressing me with fragile streams
their fingers, stroking, tussled hair
as tender as a mother will
As if to keep my dreams alive
they keep a watch against the dawn
and calm me in my restless sleep -
I'll let the gentle night contrive
a plan to help me sail upon
a cloud, where dreams are mine to keep
The moon and stars together scheme
As if to keep my dreams alive