This poem was inspired by Mary Oliver's powerful 'Strawberry Moon' in the collection "Twelve Moons" It is stormy and violent and dark at the beach this weekend; outside as well.
New Moon, All-Hallow's Eve, Samhain and Dia de Los Muertos blessings to you all.
New moon.
We must mark it.
Always.
If we don’t who will?
Delicate as a sliver of ice;
Sickly sharp even as it melts to nothing.
Do not be fooled by
The remains.
The remains of the moon.
The remains you thought you left behind.
Is it any wonder you burned us?
We who were not witches at all;
We who were a living breathing Holy testament to
Your utter unholiness.
Of course that’s what you had to do.
Fucking cowards.
And in that
We can find compassion.
But only the disinterested compassion of the hunter
Who can’t be bothered with such puny kill.
Our delicate sickly sharp sliverness . . .
Do not be fooled.
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