Full Moon Magic
Author's Note: shared in honor of this past weekend's Full Moon cycle, I started this poem during the April Full Moon cycle and completed it today.
a half millennia ago and more this mid-night waking gazing the magic of moonlight out the window would have been more widely welcomed forgive our frustrated shunning pill-popping of appropriated names Lunesta and the like forgetting your light means more than sleep your rhythms not built by Ford in service of mechanized humanity or profits over planet and people if, perchance, more were to embrace you unlock the logic of escape from this humdrum existence rats on wheel humans on clock Full Moon revolt against this time we’ve been tolerating keys right there in your pocket Mrs. Moon or is it Ms. no Mama Moon under whose beams elders’ wisdom and youth’s beauty are equal understanding you’re just as likely to suckle an infant or soothe a sick child from your womb or another’s as you are to make sweet love with your beloved under glow of this magic moonlight has me awake at 3 something penning meditative poems typing wild tales constructing meaning from man’s chaos the hours when rawest truth comes out the Witching Hours, yes whatever that means Full Moon surveyed the telling of tales i never forget the young boy deep in jungle night’s darkness checking traps by solitary lamp light alone until a mysterious touch on his shoulder spins suddenly to see no one nothing returns to task to find lamp flame has died i awake from my sleep with a start sure i felt the same mystery touch Full Moon that rocked ancient grandmothers back to sleep let her lull you back to dreamworld wrapped in the embrace of a myriad of ancestors whose moonlight we share thank you sisters-strangers-friends for passing on the message these nights are sacred these waking moments not to be shunned as malevolent hours deviating from capitalist clock embrace them Full Moon that gathers broken family to rebuild Full Moon infusing single bodies with electricity of connectivity vibrating on another frequency tonight long shadows cast like magic spells hold limitless possibility you mighta thought you were alone but you’re NOT not here not now not ever Full Moon lights the path to Freedom illuminates sacred ceremonies bathes the broken bodies of maroons with the healing light of hope changes humanity’s trajectory redeems subjugated disinherited the wretched who shall reign again thank you, body, for remembering for re-member-ing just this little bit of stardust one amongst billions seeking reunion with Mother Moon every time she is full reminding us we are One united in sacred circles in her light circles circling the globe linking us time immemorial future sprouting from the seed of waking Full Moon dreams
Beautiful as always!
The moon is the sign for Mother Earth to put her children to sleep after another long and busy day. The children of the night to rise and do their part for humanity while we sleep in the protection of Mother Earth's arms.
So gorgeous! Such vivid and sacred images you weave with words, Katherine! This offering filled me with Light!