That Wolf Moon Sky

 

Ascent

—Photo by Chris Feldman

—Poetry by Ann Wehrman, Sacramento, CA

—Photos by Chris Feldman and Ann Wehrman

ASCENT

I venture up the open staircase
my breath shallow, too fast

somewhere up there
through, beyond the opening to the next floor
someone playing piano, Moonlight Sonata
tethers my heart—
my stilettoed feet follow 

 

 

 

How Does The Sky Stay Up?

—Photo by Chris Feldman

 

REMEMBERING A YELLOW SUN IN BLUE SKY

I knock on midnight blue metal, aft side
gold star symbol of the Company
but no one answers my knock

yellow sun in blue sky
a dream now for all
a memory for we who lived before
the changes

there is much to be grateful for
air, water, food. peace
but what has happened?
before the comet, people talked across the globe
now we huddle in this small group
under the Company’s rules and guns

big blue ship rests dormant in the Bay
gold metal star aloft
how do Company members sleep at night?
how does the sky stay up
now that the bottom has fallen out of the world?


(inspired in part by The Colony, 2021 film, directed Tim Fehlbaum)

 

 

 

Snow Seeds (Nebula)

—Photo by Chris Feldman

 

 

 

SNOW SEEDS (NEBULA)
(After “The Snow Queen” by Hans Christian Anderson)

I whispered
Kai, what do you see?
held his hand, still so cold

slowly, he answered
so beautiful, lights, swirling
it looks like snow, small dots of white
are they stars, or snowflakes?

his voice trailed off
I grasped his hand
pulling him back
to warmth, to life

 

 

 

Knobblebones Tree

—Photo by Ann Wehrman

 

 

KNOBBLEBONES

by cracky—I’m crackin’ ‘em
yah—I’ll be soakin’ ‘em
fingers and thumbs, even wrists
grown swollen and bony
all knobbly and sore
I’m standing complaining
and the tree looks down
bare as a grandfather’s pate
in winter dress, no green leaves soften
his gray, knobbled limbs
he winks at me, waggles, waves at me
long, knobbly fingers flash in the sun

 

 

 

 

Full Wolf Moon in Cancer I

—Photo by Ann Wehrman

FULL WOLF MOON IN CANCER

men in their houses, trucks in their spaces
women in kitchens, supper fragrant on stoves
warm lamps show the way as latecomers straggle in
full wolf moon, glowing pearl in charcoal sky
mutes harsh lines, soothes spirits, dissolves boundaries
tonight’s pale light suffuses all—
sky, ground, cars, trees, lamps—
with rich, wild, soulful, ancient love

 

 

 

Twilight Sky with Toenail Moon

—Photo by Ann Wehrman

 

TWILIGHT SKY WITH A TOENAIL MOON

tiny toenail moon perches high
in firmament still Maya blue
moon peeks through rose clouds
scuttles on January breeze
air washed clean by winter rain
wet earth’s fragrance lifts

mirrored by lamps in darkening trees
golden setting sun glows—
a tender kiss for bodies sleeping rough
promise of warmth, renewal for others, wending home

 

 

 

The Tower

—Photo by Chris Feldman

 

 

 

Today’s LittleNip:

INTO THE SKY
—Ann Wehrman

needle, spear, ladder
the tower stretches far up, into the sky
disappears within clouds
leans, anchored by long metal ropes—
modern miracle transmitting thoughts, words, images
or creation of hubris, doomed to fall?

______________________

—Medusa, thanking Ann Wehrman and Chris Feldman for their collaboration today, as they dream of daytime sun and the wolf moon night sky ~

 

 

 

  Full Moon in Cancer II

—Photo by Ann Wehrman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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