Saturday, February 19, 2011

Someone Has Stolen the Moon - Poetry

Photo: NASA

Someone has stolen the moon,
and, crushing it in their fists
has scattered it, deep and wide
in ripples and waves and dunes
just outside my door.

It glitters on the nose and hide
of a nimble, dainty fawn
who leaps, stops, and pirouettes;
licking the icy lunar shards
has made him effervescent.

The tundra swans are gathering,
waiting to take to the air.
Every night their skillful wings
will brush the velvet sky
until the moon is re-created

once again.


  1. This is wonderful. The idea of the tundra swans recreating the moon is really fine. Just Lovely, Li.

  2. Thanks Teresa! I thought about eventually expanding it to a children's book...but first, I have to work on my painting skills to illustrate it.

  3. Very, very good expression! Congrats!

  4. Truly wonderful poetry, fragments of the moon coming down on fawn and rising on swans.

  5. WOW, what a way to look at the moon. Love the line work and movement. :)
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

  6. Very nice – love the imagery and wonderful ideas.

    You posted something entitled The Passenger, Part 1 recently, didn’t you. I bookmarked it and came back to read it, and it seems to have disappeared?

  7. What a nice poem. Mr. Moon would be proud of you :-)

    Take care and have a great week :-)


  8. Thank you for the lovely comments, all of you! Much appreciated. The phases of the moon have always intrigued me.

  9. @BloggerFormerlyKnownAs...I answered you on your blog as well, in case you didn't come back here. I deleted "The Passenger" because I was so unhappy with it. Maybe I'll rework it and repost it down the road. It may, however remain in the overflowing trash can with about 5 other stories. Some things just don't pan out.

  10. But my question is, why did they steal the moon?

    1. Good question. I was going to write a fairy tale explanation of the new moon phase - when the moon can't be seen from earth...what happened to it? Will it come back? How? It came out as a winter poem instead. :-)