A waxing gibbous moon;
egg shaped intermediate phase
of illumination; fifty percent;
the sun’s light more than half
its visible surface and growing
by the night till it is whole
and bright.
A time when people strive
to get their projects done
just as the moon strives
to become full; a symbol
of the final push and thus
the hardest of this winter
month for some.
But strive we must, for just around
the corner there is light; just around
the corner the shortness of days turns
on a pin and we begin the slow climb
back to friends and kin; to time
outdoors; to drawn-out days of love,
sunshine, happiness and hope.
Alison Mott
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| Photograph - Opoterser, CC BY 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons (see link here.) |
In our session leading up to Christmas, several of the Church Mice Writers reported having had a difficult week one way or another. Writing in the half-dark of a winter afternoon, their heads bowed on the zoom screen before me as they scribbled away, I suddenly wondered whether it was anything to do with the planets or the moon. A quick Google told me the moon was in a gibbous phase and the above poem began to form from the facts I found out online.
