Hour 8: Encountering a Harvest Moon in a Shin-matsudo Onion Field

Because I didn’t like the prompts and four is an unlucky number

That fall night in Shin-matsudo

Walking home along the

ripening onion fields

turning a corner to find the harvest moon

blocking the path ahead.

 

So large it could have landed like a sideways saucer

So close I could reach out and fall into its cold fire, but

my path was to the left

my destination home.

 

Years have gone

leaving the memory of

Basking in the

burning light of a Japanese red moon, and

choosing to rest in my own bed rather than

following the call of fire

venturing to other worlds — or

drowning in the flames.

 

2 thoughts on “Hour 8: Encountering a Harvest Moon in a Shin-matsudo Onion Field

    1. Thanks. Yes. “waling” is a typo. And I didn’t see the religious undertone but you gave me new insight into my own thoughts.

      I’m quite fond of the active nature of the present continuous. Sometimes I think I overuse it but couldn’t help myself in this poem, It was very intentional.

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