By Joseph Hesch
Last night’s full moon,
resplendent in its frost-haloed glory,
shone like the brightest pearl,
perched on a phosphorescent-ringed
half-shell, like Botticelli’s Venus.
Or maybe like a silver stone
dropped into the
deepest-blue pool, and there
emitting concentric ripples
of gold, turquoise, and pink,
and a light beyond white,
casting shadows so dense
I tripped over one.
This is another poem I submitted to my friend, poet Heather Grace Stewart for the Poets for Tsunami Relief one-week blogzine of poetry on her website Where the Butterflies Go. It's been in the notebook for a while and was inspired by standing out in the yard one clear night with my longtime muse, our Golden Retriever Mollie. Please check out Heather's website and maybe be illuminated by some wonderful poets.