Lady Disdain

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

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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.

22 thoughts on “Lady Disdain

  1. 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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  2. “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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  3. 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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