Every morning this week the full “blue” moon has accompanied me on my walk. I’ve taken cell phone photos that I posted on Instagram, but for this post, I reached out to my Inkling writing friend Molly Hogan. She came through with multiple moon photos for me to choose from.
On Ethical ELA’s Open Write this week, Tamara “Tammi” Belko led us in a one sentence poem prompt. You sure can pack a lot into one sentence if you try. I wrote mine by speaking into my phone notes app while walking. Siri often misunderstands me–must be the southern accent– and she thought I said “How are you” instead of “Owl echoes over the bayou.” I decided to leave it in the poem.
In the early morning light
Margaret Simon, draft
of a new day when the moon still
hangs high while the owl echoes
“how are you”, I am tethered to this old
dog walking, wandering, praying.
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Reflections on the Teche 
What a beautiful image you created with words, Margaret! And I love the owl’s “how are you.”
The moon is a lantern
lighting the pathway
for hurry-scurry mice
skimming the forest highway.
OH, my. I came home from school today and crashed….a full day of 6th graders in a library that thrilled them. It was like trying to explain the rules at an amusement park. LOL. All good. So glad to get books in the hands of kids today.
Not so good for my time to write or, creativity.
I do love Margaret’s moon hanging around for the owls and Rose’s lantern. Lovely images.
smoke then ash then blood
earth cries out to mother-moon
send cool, give healing
That first line is gripping.
“I am tethered to this old dog” – somehow that line really resonated with me.
I’ve been thinking about this picture off and on all day. Now, when I should be asleep, my brain decided to connect the words that have been floating around. So, a late night poem for the moon:
Though the picture shows
a red moon
barred by black branches,
she dreams of the white moon
of morning walks
and calls it blue.
One sentence & still draft-y, but there it is!
Thanks for writing. I love that you put me (I’m assuming the part of she) into this one sentence poem.