You’ve been called by gorgeous names
Selene
Diana
Cynthia
Luna
Each human has a name in mind
when gazing at you in the sky.
On southern side, you’re Mama Quilla.
Up, near Northern Pole – Máni.
You’ve been paired with wolves
and angels,
blood, pearls, strawberries
and flowers,
Described as golden, red or blue,
glowing, pale, both thin and full.
Poets call you a silver disc,
or midnight sun,
or something third that seemes to fit.
The guardian of sleep and night,
to scientists – Earth’s satellite.
You’re the clock,
the calendar
the trusty timekeeper for us.
Luminous, mythic messenger
every soul in darkness trusts.
You’re a magician,
the light on road,
protector and the overseer.
The muse for odes
flowing from the feather
in the writer’s hands.
You’ve been the hero,
blamed as villain,
you’ve seen it all and more.
You’ve been entwined into the myths,
in songs of love and war.
Earth’s fruitfulness is tied to you
in ancient stories, legends.
Each round you turn and smile on us
new pairs of eyes ascend.
But Luna?
Cynthia?
Mama Quilla?
Dear Moon,
how do you call yourself on days
when none of us are chanting names.
When blissful silence holds you tight
in tender blackness of the night.
Would you tell me,
please,
who you truly want to be?
About the Creator
Cristal S.
I’ve noticed when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
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Comments (3)
A wonderfully deep and thoughtful meditation on the Moon's identity and its silent presence.
Love how descriptive this was and now you have me thinking of names.
Now I too wonder what the moon wants to be. Loved your poem!