#Poetry: Moon…

Here are some spell-bidning verses on our Moon

anita dawes and jaye marie


My silver lady hangs safely among the stars,

Swimming through the firmament on her 28-day cycle.

Shedding her light upon the earth

Often she sits in the pale blue sky during the day

On dark nights, she brings romance and mystery

Often timeโ€™s shady dealings are done beneath her gaze

Yet for me, she is my lady bringing magic

A time of spells, for love and luck

She is known for inspiration, which all writers need

A friend since early childhood and remains so to this day

At 72, the years have been long. I whisper my thoughts to her

On nights when I cannot see her, still I whisper

As I know she is out there somewhere in the world

I believe she has stopped me losing my marbles

My mind as sharp as it was years ago

My friend ever watching me, my white ghost, one I canโ€ฆ

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10 thoughts on “#Poetry: Moon…

    1. Isn’t it beautiful! A treat which had to be shared. It’s a site well worth a ‘follow’ for all the beautiful observations and ‘shares’.
      (St Francis of Assisi in his writings referred to ‘Sister Moon’ and one mid-night rang the church bells to wake up the entire village where he worked to witness a full moon)

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      1. Ah, St. Francis. When I converted to Catholicism almost 15 years ago a friend gifted me a book of the saints. Talk about simple lives with powerful stories! Thanks again for sharing treasure you found.

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      2. I keep forgetting you’d be a catlicker! ๐Ÿ™‚ I was raised in that aspect of the overall Christian church – it certainly had its good points which I hope I took with me when I struck out alone. One can learn much there, but one must also overlook much…

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      3. Oh just so Sha’ Tara. One must be always careful not to get clogged down in any sort of dogma ‘just because’. At the end of the day we must always use our own judgement….. And hope we’re getting it right.


  1. Ah, Moon of my delight who know’st no wane ,
    The Moon of heaven is rising once again:
    How oft hereafter rising shall she look
    Through this same Garden after me — in vain !

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