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........
Sometimes the moon really does look watermelon color. And what mysteries it often holds, and what songs it inspires. Beautiful capture here, Sherry!
ReplyDeletewatermelon moon is something I will not forget.
ReplyDeleteah......that mantle of repose and the watermelon moon...is it this Earth?...so magical and enchanting...
ReplyDeleteOh I long to see the mom again... June and July are month when sky is not dark enough for the great friend above.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteportal of mystery
ReplyDeleterecipient 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
Very evocative, Sherry, and a nice bonus to have the photo too.
ReplyDeleteOh, 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
ReplyDeleteA slice of moon and poetic interpretations. What could be better food for the soul?
ReplyDeleteah 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
ReplyDeletelove this mi amiga
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.
ReplyDeleteYou have painted a world through your words here. It gives me a relaxing feeling.
this is gorgeous and I love the reference to a watermelon moon..yes, I would enjoy a slice of that fruit.
ReplyDeleteI can drink this with my eyes, chased by the echo of your descriptions sliding deliciously cool down a parched throat.
ReplyDeleteLove the colors, the taste... everything.
So poetical!
ReplyDelete"in a pomegranate sky"---mmm...so delicious :-)
ReplyDeleteoh i luv this, a charming image presented
ReplyDeletethanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today
much love...
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,
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Sherry your images are ripe to be plucked by my eyes t see them in my mind and your photos! I especially loved...
ReplyDelete'Settling,
it pulls its mantle of repose
tenderly
across the sleeping city'
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.
ReplyDeleteI love the pomegranate sky. Yes - you make us almost taste the scene. Awesome!
ReplyDeletethis is a poem rich in colour and imagery. watermelon moon, wow!
ReplyDeleteone of my favourites from you. :)
Lovely use of imagery.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery, love the lumpy giant hills.
ReplyDelete"a slice of watermelon
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in a pomegranate
sky" Crisp and classily sweet. Smile...I love this, Sherry!!
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
ReplyDelete"a slice of moon
ReplyDeleteportal 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
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.
ReplyDeleteI love watermelon as much as I love your poem. So glad you published it here again. It deserves multiple readings.
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