
Sunday night whirl
Lovely Sunday Whirl words.
When I read them, I got a glimpse of falling stars and so went with the feeling.
A little fantasy/nonsense/whimsy then.
chance, nest, secret, clever, swept, ripe,
blinked, stars, basket, flesh, saw, hand
We grab blankets to steel ourselves against the icy bite of the night air.
We tiptoe across the lawn to sit on the swinging chair under the trees as stars fall down like ripe plums around us.
We pluck them from their grassy nest to cart them home when we have found our fill.
I lay them out across my open hand to feel their weight before I place each one in our basket, then bend to gently sweep another free; for pull too hard and break their backs.
I hold each of the stars up in the glare of the moon hoping sheβll tell me which one holds a secret, or at least a clever clue, in the chance hint of moon beams, the magical, deceitful light.
You fear the ancient superstitions.
You say we shouldn’t let fallen stars see the moon or they will forever long to join her floating far above, forever calling, forever whispering her name in your ear.
You don’t realise that lying there in my hand they can’t call the moon, only feel her aching pull.
Each time I hold a star in my hand I long to see its light, feel its weight, let it warm my flesh.
But you are right. Each star that saw the moon blinked forever out of reach.
And the moon is distant, smiling, lost in her own perfect world, impervious to our anguish, calling us to where she knows we can never go.
My hands are cold. Cherry burning, huckleberry bright and cold.
weiselcantlin2
That is awesome! I love the idea too. Are they accepting new writers to the challenge? I’d love to give it a try. I’m so glad you posted.
Missy Bell
Veronica
Oh yes absolutely Missy, it’s a “free for all” type of challenge. I’ve been writing on and off for about a year now and I disappear for a month or two here and there and am always welcomed back with open arms. I also don’t get around to it till Thursday some weeks and still people come to visit. π
weiselcantlin2
Thank you. I’ll check it out. What is the website?
Veronica
it’s http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ or you can go to their FB page or click on the blue link in my post. π
Morgan Eckstein
Nice–I like this one very much. (And thanks for sharing the Sunday Whirl site, I didn’t know about that site.)
Veronica
Oh good, I’m glad to share something new which might be fun for you Morgan. π
Sonja Ceri
Hi Veronica,
Nice poem! Where can I find out more about the challenge?
Kindly,
Sonja
Veronica
Hi Sonja, you can just click on the blue link in the first sentence of my post, alternately, you can search The Sunday Whirl or find the page on FB under the same. π I bet you’ll love to join in. π
Nikki@Wonderfully Women
Nice work, keep reaching for the stars. xx Nikki@Wonderfully Women
Veronica
Thank you Nikki π
nateleung
This is a very cool site. I will look at it later tonight. Thank you so much for sharing. π
Veronica
Thanks for stopping by Nate. π
whimsygizmo
This is so gorgeous, Veronica.
I’m especially drawn to:
“as stars fall down like ripe plums around us.”
And the moon’s pull of course. And always.
Sigh. Lovely.
Veronica
Thank you so much De. π
oldegg
The moon does tend to steal stars specially when at its full then so many stars are overwhelmed and hidden by her proud glare.
Veronica
Oh my gosh Old, that’s so true. π
sophiebowns
This sounds like a great idea!
Veronica
Thank you Sophie. π
Daryl
oh lovely … i saw stars like that in a shop in santa fe …
Veronica
Surprisingly easy to make Daryl. Makes me want to fill a ceiling with star lanterns one of these days, you know, when I get around to it. π
moondustwriter
a delightful fanciful tale
too catch a fallen star and hear it / feel it
great work
Veronica
Hi Leslie, thank you so much, and thanks for leaving me your addy because now I can come visit you. π
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koniramm
What a delightful idea of gathering stars!
veronicabalfourpaul
I was with you when you went out there and gathered stars. Lovely. And the superstitions, they do linger. There is something mystical about her powers, her pull.
hypercryptical
Oh that aching pull of the moon – let the stars free.
Anna :o]
Irene
Each star that saw the moon blinked forever out of reach.
And the moon is distant, smiling, lost in her own perfect world, impervious to our anguish, calling us to where she knows we can never go.
So wonderful that you write about the heft of a star, Veronica.
Veronica
π