Today I’m happy to help the week’s Poetry Friday hostess, dear Irene Latham, celebrate the moon in honor of her upcoming book, The Museum on the Moon. I have very clear memories of the Apollo missions and have been fascinated by the ever since.
The Moon
Mysterious shape-shifter,
perpetually circling
overhead
swayer of oceans,
guardian of dreams.
Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023
I know. It’s Saturday. But the end of the school year kicked. my. butt. And my friend and fellow Inkling Linda Mitchell is hosting this week at her lovely blog, A Word Edgewise. So here is the next to last installment of my search for hope. (My National Poetry Month project)
Hope is…
lemon yellow goldfinches
feasting on thistle seed.
A sound startles.
They rise as one,
a small diaphanous cloud,
then scatter in a shower of sunsine.
Draft, © Catherine Flynn, 2023
The italicized line is from Carlo Rovelli’s book, Reality is Not What It Seems: The Journey to Quantum Gravity. I previously used this line here.
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