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Sturgeon Moon – A Tanka

Sturgeon Moon

Full moon rising high
Reflecting light on water
Stirring dormant souls
Silhouettes of jumping fish
Visible in glow of dusk



Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Written for Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haiki Challenge
#150.  This week we will see what’s known as the
Sturgeon Moon. Other names for this Full Moon
include ”Full Green Corn Moon,” signaling that
the corn was nearly ready for harvest,
”Wheat Cut Moon,” “Moon When All Things Ripen,”
and ”Blueberry Moon.”

Out of Gas – Flash Fiction/Prosery

Out of Gas

It was already dark as he closed the car door, thankful for the red moon to light his way down the road.  How stupid to run out of gas, tonight of all nights.  Angry with himself for not checking.

This was unfamiliar territory but he knew the road followed the river for miles.  Coming to a crossroads he stopped momentarily. He felt a chill in the air and heard a moan like an autumn wind high in the
lonesome treetops.  The strange noise made him shiver. He was cold, having forgotten to bring a jacket, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing to attention. He moved on.

Feeling a presence, he halted turning quickly, but no one was there.  Looking around cautiously he resumed his walk. It was then he felt the blow to his head and everything went black.

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Lillian is hosting D’Verse Poets Pub tonigh
and the challenge is Prosery (not poetry)
A short story of exactly 144 words excluding
the title and we are to use one of the
following lines from Carl Sandburg’s
poem Jazz Fantasia

"Moan like an autumn wind high in the
lonesome treetops" OR choose 2) "a red
moon rides on the humps of the low
river hills"

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Equalizer

Equalizer

Finally the dregs
of the day drained
away with
the sunset
Taking with them
the sweat and tears
that spilled onto
the remnants of
a dream crushed
Writing the obituary
as it sinks beyond
the horizon
into another time
 
But the moon
does rise high
into the night sky
shining its light
on the darkness
of what once was  
Infusing a delicate soul
with its energy
and brightness
Reassuring
and reminding
tomorrow will
surely come

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us with the following quote
“Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.”
               Mizuta Masahide

Word Prompts
Delicate - RDP
Obituary - Word of the Day

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Rest

Rest

The milky moon
shines a delicate light
through clouds of gauze
this balmy summer night
 
The rain from earlier
still puddled on the ground
The night had become still
with barely a sound
 
A caterwauling feline on a fence
Hatchlings safe in their nest
A hooting owl high in a tree
Hungry baby on mother’s breast
 
The day comes to an end
with everyone in their place
Time to rest before returning
with the night’s grace

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Delicate - WotD
Return - RDP
Nest - FOWC

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