A writer friend of mine, poet Jeff Schwaner, came up with the great idea of celebrating October’s full moon. We’ve had a bunch of super moons this year and an eclipse yesterday, and, besides, the moon has inspired a lot of poetry, good and bad, over the years. Why not come together and have a Full Moon Poetry Party?
Now, I’m not a poet–though I am taking an eight-week poetry class–but I decided to give it a try.
Web of Fate
I have stared at the Moon a thousand times
In a line that goes back to the African woman,
I stand with everyone who has gone before and
In my life the moon changed, bearing the footprints
The names of all its deities are female, from Aega
Yet, no woman’s feet have disturbed that smooth
And even now we still say we gaze upon the Man in
How lonely he must be. Did he leave Gaia behind
When Theia struck and buried its iron in Earth’s core
Molten rock into space to form what we look on now?