The Sakura Moon
My name means Moon Goddess* my unique association…
Like the Japanese cherry blossom, the Sakura Moon appears pink, but in her own time, just before dusk, near transparent on the horizon
Awash with the energy of the setting sun, she charts her path across the
blazing orange
turning to purple
turning to midnight blue-gray evening sky.
For the Sakura Moon is a nighttime traveler
Like the Japanese cherry blossom, the Sakura Moon emerges ablaze— from golden light illuminating her way through a lunar eclipse
She glows with a deep red center, just as has the cherry blossom—
a focused life force,
a crimson heart rimmed with a pink halo…
a beautiful Blood Moon, a breathless lover
For the Sakura Moon is a huntress
Like the Japanese cherry blossom, the Sakura Moon waxes and wanes, then waxes again chasing her cyclical spin across the icy blue heavens
Just as the cherry blossom returns in the greening of her seasons.
Her pull on turquoise ocean tides, predictable like the cherry blossom’s reemergence,
whips these waves into a frenzied tug-of-war,
refusing to be bested
because the Goddess in the Moon survives victorious
For the Sakura Moon is a warrior.
They are kin, alive from verdant, green-grayed darkness moving into the red-hot-pink of light.
I am this Sakura Moon.
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* For a clear and informed discussion of the Moon Goddess in Greek Mythology, see this website:
About the Creator
Cynthia L Fortner
I like words, their etymologies, as meaning comes from memories, histories, that little internal voice, barely a birdy chirp. Words are a performance of meaning psychologically. So, I like memoirs, writing them, birds, flowers, and seasons.
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