Silver fingers in the moon


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Sometime late
tonight I will be
sitting in front of

the fire, tucked into
the rocks and out
of the wind, with

my dog by heels and
my husband beside
me, and I will look

up to the north and
see Luna in her
full, fat splendor.

I will imagine on her
silver face, upside
down though she seems

to me here, a smile
as smooth as the Mona Lisa.
And you, you who I

love with a heart as
big as that moon, will
be so very far

to the north, and
I imagine you
will look to the

south and see her
rise, and we will both
be watching the same

full moon from
opposite ends of the world.
And I will imagine

her as a mirror, and
send a shimmer as you
so often did with

shiny things
when the morning sun
spent its wealth on

our breakfast table, across
your face where
my hand would otherwise

be, offering a gentle touch.

9 thoughts on “Silver fingers in the moon

  1. So beautiful, Gin.

    (When I went to NZ, I didn’t look at the moon’s face. Why didn’t I? Too filled with amour! I met my sweetheart there cause he was working in Arabia.)

    You cause me to wish we’d insisted our mother write poetry. She quoted it to us, but if she ever wrote a poem, it’s dissolved into her love for us.

  2. Very fine with the flower, too! If you have time to play … I wonder it would look like if the triplet form were broken up into longer stanzas. It’s so narrative… what would happen if that flow moved more openly through the poem? I have no idea, but my hunch is that it might be amazing, too. best, Harold

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