Moon Dance

The Moon hangs in the sky
A milky gem suspended in
Deep shades of purple and blue.
Her soft light twining down,
Fairies dancing in starlight.
Midnight.
A bonfire blazing
Roaring in life
Layers of heat, energy
Shedding clothes to
Raise hands high overhead, tribute.
Grandmother Moon
Puller of tides
Bringer of blood
Misty haze wrapping round her
Liars Moon.
Waxing and waning,
Power growing as she fills.
Extending one leg out
Gracefully to strike ground.
Drumbeat filling your body,
Twisting and turning to
Strike DOWN.
Rising up, moving to the dance.
Arms up in rapt inward Sight.
Around the flame I dance
Becoming Gypsy,
Pagan,
Nature,
Like a kata,
Grace and light movement to
Strike DOWN.
Slick with sweat,
Ancient
The tempo of Elements
Swirling within me.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water
None at war,
All at utter peace and
Joining in the Movements.
I am Earthquake,
Typhoon,
Gentle Rain.
Birth,
Death,
The sap rising in trees,
The flower about to bloom,
The butterfly on your finger,
The Mother weeping in pain,
The joy of First Kiss,
The final sighs,
I am Brown, White, Yellow, Red
I am One,
I am All.
Creation,
Destruction,
And PUMP, to
Strike DOWN.
Dancing under Grandmother Moon
She smiles upon me and tips my head up in silvery light
Eyes blind and filled with Universes,
She takes me in her arms.
And lifts me up.
And PUMP to
Strike DOWN.

🙂 Thank you valeria, we could combine our forces and make a flip book. You on half, flip it upside down and I'm on the other. "And now, a collaboration of Feminine..with your hostesses, Valeria25 and VB".

LOL Okay, my light saber is bright green, but I want to wear the Jaba slave outfit. But no strapping cinnamon Danish to my head. 😉

The Force is strong within us.

LOL!!!!! Ahhhh yes, to be a man for the day. 😛

Lovely poem VB.



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Thank you. 🙂