Luna Lupa





It was the morning of the first full moon. 
The sky was growling as we stepped our boots along the lane, padding in shallow muds, poking puddles with toes to play with dark refections.
At the foot of the hill we paused, though no-one could remember why: the sound of the stream running fast, how the rains had swelled it, perhaps; after the heron flew up before us, the blue grey wings, the beak-spear, the dangle of legs, that is all we could think of.
Silver and blue, shoals of colour.
How clear the moving water was, and the puddles, rain-refreshed, shone back in amber slices.

It was the evening of the first full moon. Strange tides were calling us.
(Even Dog kicked her legs in active sleep.)
On the black river the moon would put a mark, a lit fingerprint.
Like an intake of breath the waters had expanded.





Comments

Dixie@dcrelief said…
Charming - feeling charmed! :))
6 January 2015 at 21:46
Lisa Southard said…
Charmed and welcome :-)
6 January 2015 at 22:13
Geo. said…
Beautiful, a poem. I suspect the moon raises the same tides in animals, us, as it does in oceans from which we came. It's when I see water and laugh but don't know why.
7 January 2015 at 08:27
Lisa Southard said…
Water has drawing power- if it brings laughter out of you that is a very good sign xx
7 January 2015 at 22:17
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