Saturday, August 8, 2015

WATERMELON MOON

Canal Beach, Port Alberni

The soundless night
huddles under
its blanket
of darkening clouds
faintly rose etched
by fingers of fading sunset.
Settling,
it pulls its mantle of repose
tenderly
across the sleeping city

and a slice of moon
portal of mystery
recipient of dreams
sweet prompter of desire
inspirer of songs,
hangs over hills
bunched like a lumpy giant,
a slice of watermelon
swinging softly
in a pomegranate
sky

- an oldie from 2000, posted for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where there is a lot of good reading every Sunday morning. I actually found a photo to suit the poem, rather than the other way around. When I wrote the poem, I lived near those rounded hills, that looked to me like a lumpy giant lying on his side........

30 comments:

  1. Sometimes the moon really does look watermelon color. And what mysteries it often holds, and what songs it inspires. Beautiful capture here, Sherry!

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  2. watermelon moon is something I will not forget.

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  3. ah......that mantle of repose and the watermelon moon...is it this Earth?...so magical and enchanting...

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  4. Oh I long to see the mom again... June and July are month when sky is not dark enough for the great friend above.

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  5. The moon seems to inspired us both Sherry. However pomegranates don't get a mention mine! It is always a delight to read and write giving the natural world a character.

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  6. portal of mystery
    recipient of dreams
    sweet prompter of desire
    inspirer of songs,

    Isn't it that and much more. To think that from a distance the moon makes itself to be desirable and inspiring! Great lines Sherry!

    Hank

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  7. Very evocative, Sherry, and a nice bonus to have the photo too.

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  8. Oh, I love the colours and flavours and atmosphere...the moon is indeed magical..i hope we all have our own little slice to embrace xo

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  9. A slice of moon and poetic interpretations. What could be better food for the soul?

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  10. ah yes, romanticizing the dusk and its subtle entry into our day. and then, there's that moon where many have peered into its face asking for love, for hope, for the secrets of life and death

    love this mi amiga

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  11. At some point in the time, I am transported to my childhood, Sherry. I usually try to imagine the shapes of the moon into ordinary things.

    You have painted a world through your words here. It gives me a relaxing feeling.

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  12. this is gorgeous and I love the reference to a watermelon moon..yes, I would enjoy a slice of that fruit.

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  13. I can drink this with my eyes, chased by the echo of your descriptions sliding deliciously cool down a parched throat.

    Love the colors, the taste... everything.

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  14. "in a pomegranate sky"---mmm...so delicious :-)

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  15. love the title ... watermelon moon! And a pomegranate sky ... what unique imagery, Sherry!

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  16. oh i luv this, a charming image presented

    thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today

    much love...

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  17. Beautiful and evocative Sherry. I emailed you but it was returned by Mailer Daemon...don't know why and will have to figure out how to resend it as it had pics attached...keep your fingers crossed,

    Elizabeth

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  18. Sherry your images are ripe to be plucked by my eyes t see them in my mind and your photos! I especially loved...

    'Settling,
    it pulls its mantle of repose
    tenderly
    across the sleeping city'

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  19. Beautifully sketched and - WOW! - that you found the photo after you wrote the poem is really awesome. Sometimes pieces of art come together magically, I think.

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  20. I love the pomegranate sky. Yes - you make us almost taste the scene. Awesome!

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  21. this is a poem rich in colour and imagery. watermelon moon, wow!
    one of my favourites from you. :)

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  22. Great imagery, love the lumpy giant hills.

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  23. "a slice of watermelon
    swinging softly
    in a pomegranate
    sky" Crisp and classily sweet. Smile...I love this, Sherry!!

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  24. Liked your notes; I do the same. Poem first, then image, unless it's an ekphrastic challenge! I love the image of the earth being put to bed for the night. It's so tender, a nice reminder that we are so small and the earth dictates our days. The fruit images? They only enhance! Love, amy

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  25. "a slice of moon
    portal of mystery
    recipient of dreams
    sweet prompter of desire
    inspirer of songs,
    hangs over hills"

    Love the lines...

    Here is my poem:

    ​stinging the sin

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  26. if that's what the moon is, then it's very delicious and sweet to the eyes! thanks for the fruity metaphor. i feel like stargazing tonight after this...great skills.

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  27. I love watermelon as much as I love your poem. So glad you published it here again. It deserves multiple readings.

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