Under the full moon
come join the party.
Dancing, singing, glittering
laugh and toast the company
But as the moon wanes
shed the mask,
leave the fete,
run
into new-moon dark
This is for Victoria's prompt at dVerse to use an active voice with more verbs and fewer flowery descriptions. As she suggested, I went back to a piece I wrote earlier (2010) and pared it down. A lot. I will post it below, but honestly it's a bit embarrassing, so feel free to skip it (please!).
So here's that old version:
I have
been out with the full moon,
Out among the revelers:
We dance and sing-
Cavorting beasties
On a microscope slide,
Bright and shining;
The sounds of clinking glasses,
And Laughter –
Silly, flirtatious and hearty-
Fill my head with ‘other’
It is great fun.
But now, as the moon wanes
And empties itself of light,
I too, shed the lights of society.
Donned to impress, attract,
The glittering mask,
Of my social self,
Is left at the door
To the party.
I run into new-moon dark,
No longer held by the
Bright silver circle of society
But free to explore the vast heavens,
I delve deep
Into the spaces between
The stars
The moon does not diminish,
When no longer circumscribed
By sun’s reflected light.
Matter mingles with spirit,
Flows out
Into the night-
And so do I.
Out among the revelers:
We dance and sing-
Cavorting beasties
On a microscope slide,
Bright and shining;
The sounds of clinking glasses,
And Laughter –
Silly, flirtatious and hearty-
Fill my head with ‘other’
It is great fun.
But now, as the moon wanes
And empties itself of light,
I too, shed the lights of society.
Donned to impress, attract,
The glittering mask,
Of my social self,
Is left at the door
To the party.
I run into new-moon dark,
No longer held by the
Bright silver circle of society
But free to explore the vast heavens,
I delve deep
Into the spaces between
The stars
The moon does not diminish,
When no longer circumscribed
By sun’s reflected light.
Matter mingles with spirit,
Flows out
Into the night-
And so do I.
