Broch
For Penny Fuller's A-Z Challenge, Part B
Broch: luminous ring around the moon.
Backstory: I remember being a small girl and staring at the slightly illuminated dark part of an incomplete moon. I was fascinated, didn’t understand how it could be. It's still my favorite part of pedestrian moon-sighting, if visible.
I have many thoughts about the moon. I think the luminous glow, however, is not the one associated with eclipses, but the more common glow that comes with a thicker air, like fog. This, too, is captivating, especially in the fall heading toward Halloween, but even after, toward winter. A kind of eerie mood is set, and one can feel the draw of the celestial body, like the ocean tides.
A broch is a ring around the entire moon, whether it be a full moon or not (as I understand the term). I also learned that a “broch” is a ruin of a circular stone tower—namely with both an inner and outer wall— found in northern Scotland. The word is a Scots word, and connected to “brooch.” I feel like the extra “o” in the latter is a signifier of a brooch being a fancier stone-creation. How does it connect to a luminous ring around a celestial body? My thinking is that the tower’s outer wall is like the moon’s ring, especially if one imagines being at a bird’s eye view.
Now there’s a poetic image.
My Poem
Broch
Glow in a far off desert
the stars of a biting heat, bitter
to the world.
I see rings,
rings on severed fingers, off
in sanded blood;
rings of fire
etched like warpaint
on the inside part of unwatching eyes,
Rings and shockwaves, heat, heat, heat.
Of the bereft, I hear rings
of cries, of terror, of screams,
And do I need a gift of prophecy
to tell it like this, here
when this first chapter has yet to conclude?
Perhaps.
Yet some might call it history.
And if I need fear to care,
simply take me out at night
and wrap me up
lift my watching eyes
to twinkling blue-red stars, like flags
of my now fallen country,
and show me the moon.
That halo,
an ever-clearing irony.
A/N: I wrote this for Penny Fuller's A-Z Challenge, Part B. I'm sure I missed the deadline by that much. But here's the link if anyone wants to join in the next letter!
About the Creator
Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Comments (13)
Gorgeous poem as always🩵
well done
Congratulations on your win 🏆.
The softness and calmness of the moon, may it soothe the wounds. The love of the night sky may erase the annoying memories. May uncertainty leave and a new air of optimism come. All the old and all the new may become towers and moons of joy, of freedom and love.
Fascinating read about a fascinating word!
Poetic magic indeed!! Beautiful work Mackenzie!! I loved the stream of consciousness feel to this and how each thought just flowed together!
Woah! Stunning piece, Mackenzie! So much raw and jarring imagery delivered so beautifully
That was amazing! I didn’t expect the skillful depiction of battle you created for us, Mackenzie!!! It was visceral, vibrant, and beautifully poetic!! Amazing work and that was a lovely story you shared with us! Thank you so much for sharing :)
I was not expecting such violence in the poem from the relationship part.
I’m ringing the bell for this one my friend, love it 😊😊
This is a gorgeous piece. Well done.
The thought of a fallen country is so devastating to me. So sorry
Oh wow, that was so intense and beautifully written! Loved it!