Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Man in the Moon

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Last night, between 9:20 and 9:50 I walked the dog. And as I walked through a neighborhood park, I noticed the HUGE, beautiful moon suspended in the sky, a beacon for all to see and admire. It was as if the moon was saying, "Hey, look me over!"

And as I looked at the moon, I smiled, for not only was it majestic-looking, full and beautiful, holding court in the astral plains, it looked a tad different. And I was inspired to write a poem.

The Man in the Moon

Tonight as I walked
through the darkening streets
I looked up to the sky
And saw you.
A beacon of light.
An orb all aglow.

A disc suspended high, high above
the greening of the earth,
the people and animals down below
shutting down for the night.

I looked at you
and saw that burnt amber face powder you wore
atop the natural ivory
and I wondered at the color you chose to wear tonight.
Your finest? I asked myself. Is that maquillage necessary?

And your jovial self continued
to look down at me and smile,
knowing that the man in the moon was playing his role,
was lighting up the sky brighter than usual,
was causing people to look, point and smile.

For you wore an accessory.
The thin wispy, thready clouds around you
had designed an accessory just for you -- for tonight's performance.
A handlebar mustache.
The man in the moon was seen wearing
a handlebar mustache.

"Encore, encore," I silently called.
"Encore, encore," I silently clapped.



I went home and before I sat down to write this post and create the poem, I checked out information about the moon on July 10, 2006, and this is what I found:

July 10, 11:02 p.m. EDT: The Full Buck Moon, when the new antlers of buck deer push out from their foreheads in coatings of velvety fur. It was also often called the Full Thunder Moon, thunderstorms being now most frequent. Sometimes also called the Full Hay Moon.


Head over heel said...
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Head over heel said...

Ahh I love looking at the moon. At the moment we have a pretty full one over here as well. At Mia's wedding the moon was hanging over the lake and made everything shiny. BTW I wrote a post of her wedding if you're interested.

Emah S said...

Very nice poem. Thought it would be cool to share that I too noticed the moon last night....on our drive back towards the Jerusalem area from Netanya.

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torontopearl said...

Head over Heel, it is truly wondrous to see the moon sometimes...and think that man has traveled to and walked on the moon.
I read your MIA post. Wish I could have helped celebrate her simcha in person.

Emah S, thank you for the compliment. And I went onto your blog and read about your arrival. Bruchim ha-baim. I wish you much hatzlacha as you maneuver your way through the early days of what might very well be a "balagan" for a while -- until your furniture arrives and you're truly settled.
I'll tune in again!

Neil, as one poet to another: thanks.

cruisin-mom said...

great visual Pearl (as always)!

David_on_the_Lake said...

The moon...in the early evening hours when it hangs close to the horizon can look frighteningly large