Poems Written Under Influence Of A Full Moon

Full moons can go either way for me. Sometimes I feel buoyed and radiant, like I can do anything. I am empress and the moon rides high inside my belly. I am pregnant with golden ideas. I take on the glow and power of the heavens before birthing my creativity in plethora of projects.

I feel invincible.

Other times, I feel exposed by a full moon. I cannot sleep. The eerie sphere is a searchlight, the stars her pack of silver hounds. I am hunted, caught and ripped apart by things I’m unable to change.

I hurt.

These poems were all written over the last few days. This moon seemed to bring out the fragility in me. Tonight the moon is full again, may it being out the best in you.

Full Moon

Full moon, you cast your pitted glare

Upon my fizzling spark

Highlighting my weakness

As I puzzle, doused in dark

My imperfections on display

Fresh witch for you to burn

Strip away my dwindling power

Consign me to night’s urn

Bleach these old beleaguered bones

Implore they finally break

Leave a trail of powdered ash

As sum of my mistakes

Somebody’s Nothing

When you dare to bare your soul

You straddle wish and fear

A martyr to heart’s trembling call

In hope another hears

But life is risk with added twist

Tears pay the cost of loving

One day you see with clarity

You were somebody’s nothing

.

Ideas you held are shredded

As you question your self worth

Dreams to which you wedded

But a shallow grave unearthed

You ask yourself if it was real

And if so, worth the suffering

The answer comes back loud and clear

You were somebody’s nothing

Last

What will your last chance look like?

Will it storm you as a tempest?

Surprise you as a rainbow?

Whisper softly in the darkness?

Will you miss the boat to save you

If it looks a little flimsy

Will you hold out for a pleasure cruise

Forgo the passing dinghy

Will you tell the same old stories

Final eve you go to bed

Or can you write a better version

Know the future’s in your head

Hoverfly

I saw a hoverfly

And realised

The point of life

Is to notice

Meanings

Full Moon

I was feeling the strong pull of the moon. It felt like a headlight and I, the rabbit caught in it. Sometimes you feel so vulnerable, like whatever you do will be exposed and showcase you for emotional predators and self serving vampires.

Somebody’s Nothing

I wrote this about the way that some people so readily dismiss someone they once cared for. How you wonder what suddenly changed, flipped the switch, why you plunged from hero to zero in their ranking. It’s a bit like being given a shit review on TripAdvisor. You are the trip someone failed to enjoy. The callousness can sometimes be brutal.

Last

I was thinking about the chances we have. The fact we often don’t spot them. They come they go, and one day it’s our last chance - be it for happiness, love, to make it up with someone, ask for forgiveness….. The last chance comes and we never know when that is.

Hoverfly

Short and sweet, I know. I was in Haworth, walking on the edge of the moors. I saw several of them, each coming close as though suspended by invisible thread. I considered their purpose. Why they stayed in the same place for so long. Then it came to me, they are simply noticing, stalling to take everything in. A wave of peace engulfed me.

Photos: pixabay, except the first which is one I took of one of the cards I have.

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