Hands Before Luna
Nature and its beauty never fails to surprise me
A white circle in a navy grey sky,
Dimpled and cheek-boned.
It is a beacon tonight,
A clarifier
Complimenting the dark,
Highlighting the dusky figures with silvery film.
The moon is not alone;
Clouds form and reform,
Dancing with veils
With Luna at its centre.
They reach and retreat
Until they clasp each other
Like hands held, holding fast
Gripping tightly across
The smiling face of the moon.
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I was coming back from somewhere late at night (WWE - see below for link) when the moon was suddenly apparent behind some buildings after being hidden for some time. The clouds were moving but not quickly and they were long, like arms, leaving the moon and then covering the moon, by turns, until two clouds met and the seam of their connection looked like a handshake.
It deserved a poem, this moment.
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For some unknown reason, my gentle mother loved to watch WWE. I never understood it. So I totally get your poem. Moons make for poetry.
This was so beautiful! I love when things like this just fall into our laps as writers! You did a beautiful job capturing the moment! 😊
I love those moments - the ones that deserve a poem. And what a lovely poem.
These are the best little moments aren’t they! And the moon and WWE ! Who would have thought! 😁 Excellent work Rachel. ☺️👍
Beautiful imagery!
Stunning! Loved it all x But this line "Dimpled and cheek-boned." Wow! 🤍
Beautiful poem!!!
Dimpled and cheek boned. That was very brilliant! I'm so glad that handshake inspired this poem! I loved it!