With the Moon on my Wings
The past holds the door with the moon on my wings
between now and before with the moon on my wings.
I look to the tree with the moon on my wings
for the power of three with the moon on my wings.
The threshold unfolding with the moon on my wings,
releasing and holding with the moon on my wings.
I look to the earth with the moon on my wings
for death and rebirth with the moon on my wings.
What will be has an end with the moon on my wings
that will fade and begin with the moon on my wings.
I look to the stones with the moon on my wings
to honor the bones with the moon on my wings.
Water that flows with the moon on my wings,
stillness that grows with the moon on my wings.
I look to the air with the moon on my wings
for what is not there with the moon on my wings.
On the spiral is spun with the moon on my wings
what belongs to no one with the moon on my wings.
I create and I heal with the moon on my wings,
I hide and reveal with the moon on my wings.
Do you know me by name with the moon on my wings?
I begin and remain with the moon on my wings.
My response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. I used the ghazal form, which was a dVerse prompt last week. I had many false starts, which is why I missed the cut off to post it there. I just couldn’t find a rhythm.
The poem I ended up with sounded eerily familiar to me–like I had done something similar before. And I had–one of Jane Dougherty’s poetry prompts, for a ghazal, resulted in almost exactly the same format, and was also based in myth. “Mother of Winds”–you can see it here.
27 responses to “With the Moon on my Wings”
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Thanks Hanna!
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Words and artwork… glorious, Kerfe.
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Thanks Sue. That image struck a chord.
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amazing!
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Thanks Lynn!
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“with the moon on my wings” is such a wonderful, magical refrain, Kerfe. I love this ghazal!
I understand about finding the rhythm and refrain for the ghazal. I had tried to write on a few months ago, and it sounded totally contrived. I think sometimes though once you find the right phrase and rhythm, the rest comes.
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Thanks Merril, I think that’s right Once I found the ending phrase, the rest came together quite quickly.
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What a beautiful poem and the image is glorious. (you might remember me from last year’s haiku challenge site – On the Road. I disappeared suddenly from the blogs due to a health crisis but felt bad about not notifying regular contributors to my challenge – this is a belated apology. I’m back on track now and have a new blog.)
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Thanks Suzanne, I’m so glad you are back and feeling better. I will check out your new blog!
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🙂 Thank you.
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Beautiful collage, Kerfe! I especially like your birds! 🐦💕
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Thanks Jill. Birds are always necessary!
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When you repeat a phrase as often as that, it absolutely has to be a good one—and this absolutely is!
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Thanks Jane–it took its time being born…
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Well worth the wait.
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I want to sing this poem! I love all of the detail on the artwork, life unfolding.
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Thanks Sharon. I think the ghazal was originally meant to be sung.
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Wow so much to look at in the lovely piece and the poem is wonderful
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Thanks Jodi.
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I especially like
“I look to the tree with the moon on my wings
for the power of three with the moon on my wings.”
This whole poem is beautiful!
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Thanks Mary. The moon is always an inspiration.
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This so beautiful I have missed you guys so much…i so glad you came to check on me..im lying here trying to get warm..i love this so much Kefer..as always Mr Yoursly
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We’ve missed you too Sheldon. Hopefully we are back for awhile.
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