Wow, I’m so sorry that I missed a week. We went out of town for Spring Break, I took my computer and, well, never opened it. We were visiting with family and had a great time, but I just could not get on here to share a poem with you. So I’m sorry about that.
To try to make it up to you (because I know reading my blog is the highlight of your week… right? Right?) I will post a poem today and a poem tomorrow.
Happy National Poetry Month!
The poem I’m going to share with you today was inspired by Anne of Ingleside by Lucy Maud Montgomery. I had been re-reading the entire Anne of Green Gables series and got to a part where Anne’s daughter was talking about “spilled moonlight.”
Wow. All kinds of beautiful images frolicked through my head at those two words, as if those words were the story themselves.
What about you?
What feelings bubble up in you when you read the words “spilled moonlight?”
What visions dance through your head?
I decided that I was going to try to write a poem based off what I was feeling. This was February 14, 2022.
It’s still a work in progress. It’s a more literal that I had originally planned, but I hope you still feel some of the emotion I felt then.
Enjoy!
“Spilled Moonlight”
The air is crisp and cool
The breeze rustling leaves and
Casting shadows on the ground
From the spilled moonlight.
Bats flit up in the air
Chasing nighttime meals
Creating silhouettes in the sky
From the spilled moonlight.
Raccoons and possums
Scurry across the ground
Their eyes reflecting eerie glows
From the spilled moonlight.
Through the chilly air
An owl’s hooting echoes
And crickets sing inspired
From the spilled moonlight.
And children chase fireflies
Placing them in lidless jars
Until their mothers call them in
From the spilled moonlight.