The Full Moon, Round and Naked

Tonight is my kind of night,
The full moon rising,
A strange summons,
Round and naked,
Tattooed with sharp peaks,
Its dry surface a simple mirror
For a million wondrous hearts.

One look at it,
As it briefly rises blood red,
Opens floodgates in the mind…
Slowly turns to candlelight
From the great source of sun—
Turning itself toward love.

By the time it lies pale
Above the cities,
The rivers are swollen,
Hungry in the silence
That drives the body mad.

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4 thoughts on “The Full Moon, Round and Naked

  1. Congratulations on the 1 year anniversary of your poetry blog! 93 wonderful poems have given great pleasure in that time…including the one above .
    Well done Fred!

  2. This description is perfect:

    Round and naked,
    Tattooed with sharp peaks,
    Its dry surface a simple mirror
    For a million wondrous hearts

    I don’t often have time to comment, but I do enjoy your poems!

  3. Yes, I too treasure your poetry. I may not comment often enough but I read them all and love that we are able to stay in touch this way.

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