Full Moon, Out Walking In the Grass

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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.

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14 Comments on “Full Moon, Out Walking In the Grass”

  1. whimsygizmo Says:

    Oh, this is so lovely:
    “drop-lit by night-donned light.”

  2. Marian Says:

    gosh, “paled fields.” that is a glorious description of moonlight.


  3. 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.


  4. K, I love the walk under the moon~ Specially like this:

    when, in truth, every star not seen overhead
    joins us here–how rare


  5. Beautiful imagery, Karin. Walking in the full moon (especially at the equinox) seems so charged with creative energy.

  6. Mama Zen Says:

    This is just lovely!

  7. Jamie Dedes Says:

    This post falls like the condensed blessing it suggests and lovely, lovely poem and photograph. There’s a quiet joy about it.

  8. hedgewitch Says:

    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…”


  9. Personally k, the last 2 strophes was wading in a pond of glitterati ~gorgeous !

  10. brian miller Says:

    last couple lines made me smile real big…walking through condensed blessings…so much even the pant legs get a bit wet….nice…


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