Full Moon, Out Walking In the Grass
Full Moon, Out Walking In the Grass
Studding the greyed tangle–glints;
dew, drop-lit by night-donned light.
We shift booted steps to the side trying
to slip into our shadows
as if to make more space for this moon,
as if we, dark moving clods, could also spark
paled fields,
as if it were the sidelong cast of our gaze that netted
opals,
when, in truth, every star not seen overhead
joins us here–how rare
to walk through such
condensed blessings–our pants’ legs
soaked to the knees,
we laugh, laugh.
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A draftish sort of poem for Marian’s Harvest Moon prompt on With Real Toads. My camera is out of gear at the moment, so this is a photo of a full moon from last year, which was on a much bluer night than the one the other day.
Tags: Condensed Blessings, dew drop-lit poem, Full Moon out walking in the grass, Full Moon poem, Knees Soaked poem, manicddaily, night-donned light
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ManicDDaily 
September 21, 2013 at 1:49 pm
Oh, this is so lovely:
“drop-lit by night-donned light.”
September 21, 2013 at 2:23 pm
gosh, “paled fields.” that is a glorious description of moonlight.
September 21, 2013 at 2:44 pm
This is a more serious poem from you, Karin and it is a truly beautiful description of a moonlit walk – so tactile and appreciative of the moment.
September 21, 2013 at 2:57 pm
K, I love the walk under the moon~ Specially like this:
when, in truth, every star not seen overhead
joins us here–how rare
September 21, 2013 at 3:41 pm
Beautiful imagery, Karin. Walking in the full moon (especially at the equinox) seems so charged with creative energy.
September 21, 2013 at 7:25 pm
I love this poem…
September 22, 2013 at 11:09 am
This is just lovely!
September 22, 2013 at 1:08 pm
This post falls like the condensed blessing it suggests and lovely, lovely poem and photograph. There’s a quiet joy about it.
September 22, 2013 at 1:24 pm
Thanks so much, Jamie. k.
September 22, 2013 at 1:17 pm
I love every bit of this, Karin, especially the end, but also all the fine glittering details that build the image and the immediacy that makes the experience real. Great use of the hyphen, too, in those opening lines. Also a winning childlike feel to the action, ‘slipping into our shadows,’ and the drenched pant-legs. My favorite line is “… every star not seen overhead/ joins us here…”
September 22, 2013 at 5:15 pm
Personally k, the last 2 strophes was wading in a pond of glitterati ~gorgeous !
September 22, 2013 at 5:18 pm
Ha! Thanks, Deb. k.
September 22, 2013 at 9:09 pm
last couple lines made me smile real big…walking through condensed blessings…so much even the pant legs get a bit wet….nice…
September 22, 2013 at 9:22 pm
You are so sweet, Brian. k.
On Sun, Sep 22, 2013 at 10:09 PM, ManicDDaily