The moon has gone to be with her lover
Falling stars flung like firebrands
to ward the paths toward heaven
A mile to midsummer
and she is full and dark
She will not be awakened
We chant psalms
and keen redemption
in the penumbra
A mile to midsummer
and she is full and dark
She will not be awakened.
How magical and mystical! I love the repetition of ‘A mile to midsummer/and she is full and dark.’ There is a real sense of time passing – of being out in the wilderness of the galaxy and the stars – as we step outside of planetary time. Love this!
I like the contrasting images of deity: the moon personified is present, vast, and not-to-be-bothered. In her shadow, he church is sketched so briefly (“We chant psalms
and keen redemption”) that a reader may may wonder if the chant and keen is an empty ritual to a figment.
Also like “Falling stars flung like firebrands” Well played alliteration.