Moon over Alemendras
Poem IX
All the way along the A-5 I worry whether I’ll reach the cromlech in
time to see the full moon rise between the stones.
It’s a false fear though,
I have studied the sky -
watched a month rise between tall city towers.
They are behind me now,
shrinking
as the megaliths extend their shadows
which, as I arrive, are
long enough to indicate evening.
Crickets replace sirens.
Two figures hold the centre of the circle. One, a
woman in white, has a flame burning in cupped hands which she
offers to the horizon at the moment the moon escapes across the border of
earth and sky.
Some prayers are said.
The stones stay silent.
I had expected the ancient medicine to
loosen their tongues or at least reveal
an image carved by
an ancestor but
only the lichen on their surface makes bright patterns,
while their arrangement speaks emphatically to the moon,
making it a symbol
that can be interpreted as an allusion to something like
the cyclical nature of wholeness.
About the Creator
nathanael j
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