Friday, October 18, 2013

Hallows Moon


Hallows Moon









The hallows moon was orange,
a popcorn ball surprise
floating in blue cider
with dawn hard in her eyes.
The clouds were secret-keepers
that knit up all the spaces
with merle-snarled fishscale detail,
chainmail veils for silent creepers
come on the comet's tail,
fat things with bony faces
waiting
watching 
from the fence rail.



~October, 2013





55 things that might go bump in the night for       the g-man 







Late but here, my insomniac's take on the full halloween moon above the haunted cowyard this morning.







Process notes: merle, or blue merle, is a bluish grey color, often used to describe the speckled coats of collies or other dogs.





Image: Me and the Moon, by Arthur Dove, 1937
May be under copyright. All copyright belongs to the copyright holder.

30 comments:

  1. Late but GREAT!!
    And always a work of Art!
    (Yeah, and Arts getting pissed about it)
    What a Gloriously Eerie little Spook-Tome
    Loved your poetically perfect 55 Joy.
    I knew your muse wouldn't forsake you during the Dark Month.
    Thank you Dear Friend, I appreciate you more than words can say.
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  2. Sorry, I must have dropped my YAHTZEE on your post.....:-)

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    1. You are such a messy guy, G--don't worry, though, I swept it into my Monopoly box.

      When in doubt, write about the moon, I say. ;_)

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  3. Magical and mystical -- I will never look at popcorn balls the same, hedgewitch! Loved it, needless to say. :)

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  4. oooh. "with dawn hard in her eyes" what a wondrous phrase. It took the Ohio birds a while to sing the sun into the sky this morning -- maybe they were engaged in this battle of wits.
    lovely!

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  5. What gorgeous descriptives of a Halloween moon - each uniquely imaginative.

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  6. Very Halloween feeling, but moments like this just make me itch for a camera. ;)

    Mine is here

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  7. This took me right into the Hallowe'en fields, where I could not resist startling a few bats with my sinister cackle. Great write, Joy! LOVED it.

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  8. Very captivating! I love this time of year, and last night's full moon was amazing!

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  9. For deserting you, the Muse certainly left you a formidable parting gift. Obsidian sharp lines, HW ~ M

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    1. I think she likes to come around every once and a while, just to tease me. ;_) Thanks, M.

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  10. Hey Joy--first, thanks so much for the Arthur Dove. He is just a great painter, and the painting goes so well with your poem too. Secondly, this has the wonderful musicality of your recent 55s--they could almost be part of a series about Fall (of all kinds - thinking of the Lathing)--I love the cider and the hard in the eyes of dawn--so clever-- and the knitting and the chain mail--these fat creepers with the boney faces sound pretty ominous - but they also feel like the cold of winter waiting to descend- snow clouds - fun to have the moon pop-corned instead of marked--a lovely song. k.

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    1. Yes, I seem to have got this cadence in my head lately and everything I write comes out in it--not sure if that's good or bad, but it's all I got atm. ;_) I added a hyphen to secret-keepers--even though that technically violates the 55 word quota--because it doesn't read as I meant it to without...you've read most generously and accurately as always, k. Many thanks.

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    2. Ah--I like the hyphen as it allows both meanings - the keeping of secrets and the fact of being secret--which they very much seem to be on those bright blue days - and the marling fishscale works well with that -- I think of that kind of cloud that almost looks like a dissolved jet stream/comet tail. k.

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    3. Yes, that's exactly the kind of clouds they were, very fishy, almost iridescent with that bright moon, like light on a wet trout. Now I'll have you thinking about Yeats. ;_)

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    4. Ha! I hadn't actually gone there till reading your comment, but very glad too. Where's the hazel!? Oh well. Not bad to make people think of Yeats. k.

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  11. Ha! I've been out the past 2 mornings pre-dawn and saw this moon. Yesterday's was low in the sky, huge and yellow. This morning's was higher but brighter with small clusters of clouds all around. The cats are still prowling at that hour. They crouch and watch as I pass.

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    1. Thank you, Mark. All things are magic, and perhaps menacing, by moonlight. Especially orange moonlight.

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  12. really cool descriptors of the moon hedge...nice halloween touches with the popcorn ball...they used to be good...guess you cant trust stuff like that these days...cool capture and the rhyme scheme plays well into it...

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  13. Silent creepers waiting and watching give this a creepy spooky atmosphere ~ The orange moon was glorious last night ~ Thanks for the moon-lit words ~

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  14. You renew my faith in good writing. You really do.

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  15. ...see what a little rest will do? It is written so beautifully, the ending "waiting, watching" almost sounds like they to, with their bony faces, are in awe and mean no harm. :)

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  16. Gorgeous, Joy Ann, and I love "secret-keepers" and Grace's "moon-lit words" could almost have a double meaning...all literature about the moon is...well, you know what I mean.
    K

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  17. I walk daily at dusk and yesterday the sky broke from orange to yellow to pink to purple to blue and the moon refused to fail me with its glory and regularity like an old friend.

    The hallows moon was orange,
    a popcorn ball surprise

    a superb opener like a fast bowler!

    floating in blue cider
    with dawn hard in her eyes.

    is palatable and striking in conjunction with the popping opening.

    The clouds were secret-keepers
    that knit up all the spaces

    the second line acts as an underlining ace kicker.

    with merle-snarled fishscale detail,
    chainmail veils for silent creepers

    CHAINMAIL VEILS FOR SILENT CREEPERS!!!! my metaphorical AK47 salutes with a volley!

    come on the comet's tail,
    fat things with bony faces
    waiting
    watching
    from the fence rail.

    and over that fence I see the Hedge Home run,
    burning up as it buries stitched leather into the October sun.

    but don't call her BABE!


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  18. I love this. A popcorn ball surprise. Thank you. A nice word play and steller ending. Have a great weekend!!!

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  19. I love the gorgeous descriptions of the Halloween moon and your amazing phrases, dawn hard in her eyes, clouds as secret- keepers, merle-snarled, chainmail veils. Visually and auditorily rich.

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  20. Your cadence is perfect for the season. I'd love to hear you read this one aloud. The colors are really brilliant in my mind with dark backdrop, moon, and fence line. Your verbs make this come alive and you've captured the feel wonderfully. I will read this one to my children. It is not nearly as frightening as some of your works! ;-)

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  21. Wonderful poem, fullsome and delightful!

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