The year is old and so is the moon,
a full cold and haughty moon,
a turning of the tides moon.
Aloof and frigid, she knows no humidity,
she is dry and dusty,
her atmosphere musty.
But her breath is frosty,
her eyes are full of ice
and her crown of stars is sharp as knives.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd December 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Moonstruck
Toni is our host today and she’s brought us a full cold moon together with the Geminids meteor shower and the winter solstice – what a gift for a Toad poet! She has also shared some of the names Native Americans have for full moons throughout the year, and asks us to choose one of the names and write about it in a new poem (in any form except prose unless it’s a haibun) of no more than 100 words.
writing in north norfolk 
In my mind the moon is not to be trusted. However your poem is great!
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Thank you so much, Robin, and a merry Christmas!
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A December moon is the year’s 13th, and was in Celtic lore a witch-moon, cold creeping mere-water, the willow’s death-hair blowing in the wind: Likewise souls were not to be trusted, were fish swimming up under the arms and petulant with envy and greed and … disdain. The sea-witch’s gaze. This poem is perfect for that, titled to aptly and finishing with a slash of razors. Dark hearts do go thus. Amen.
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Thank you kindly, Brendan. Peaceful Yuletide.
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“Aloof and frigid, she knows no humidity”
I love this. You make her sound downright disgusting. I like that you went in an unexpected direction with your descriptions.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Such wonderful writing, Kim. I love the touches of rhyme – great style.
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Thank you so much, Kerry, and best wishes for a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! 🎅🔔💝
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This is beautiful! ❤ I can picture her “crown of stars/ sharp as knives.” 😊
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I love the “crown of stars” line.
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I love your first line, you tell me exactly were you are, and that the year is old, and so is the moon. Nicely done!!
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Thank you, Annell. Merry Christmas!
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This is exactly how a cold moon feels… love how you used the rhymes and repetitions…
and the crown of stars is exactly how a winter moon can be
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Oh what a cold heart hung on on night… Love this
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Thank you, Susie! Merry Christmas!
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Quite a formidable moon, she is. Wouldn’t want to bump into her in the dark!
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She is very frosty!
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🙂
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Normally I find moon imagery soothing, but this moon is more like Jadis, the Witch-Queen of Narnia than the night muse of poets and mystics. I like it.
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Thank you, Rommy.
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What a beautiful poem. Wish I could write poetry but I am happy with my soon to be published novel and the memoir I started. KEEP WRITING!!
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Thank you so much, Irene. I will look out for your novel.
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