With my spaceship’s sails full And the spinnaker pulling us west Our journey around the world Will be an expeditious adventure Navigating our way over polluted oceans And above war-ravaged ground
I’ll be confirming, first-hand That our planet is, water, green, and round And not a flat contaminated compound
Matilda takes me through the process of gliding into the sky … he made it look easy!!
“Our” full moon photos from tonight, 8.30 pm (just after sunset), 9.30 pm, 10.30 pm, and midnight.
Over atWeekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Expect … you may visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here. … In my poem below, Matilda and I are “expecting” to see the full moon tonight.
Flying High in the Full Moon Sky
During our walkies, this morning I enjoyed a friendly chat With Matilda the Magpie
“Good morning, Matilda as you know, later today the full moon is going to be on show and I was wondering could I come and fly with you? for a clear aerial view”
“You are more than welcome Ivor however, when was the last time you went flying?”
“Five years ago, my friend when I flew to Philadelphia”
“Oh, you will be a bit rusty and now you are a 72-year-old so best we have a practice run”
“Good idea, Matilda I suppose it is like riding a bike my wings will automatically remember how to give me a push start and then my gliding skills will return”
I am pleased to say The training session went well Matilda and I Will be flying high Side by side In tonight’s full moon sky
Last evening I attended the Geelong Writers book launch of their annual anthology “Eclectic Words 2023”, and I am thrilled to announce that my piece “A Frollick of Forest Faeries” appears in the poetry section this prestigious Anthology.
The lyrics to “A Faerie Song (We Who Are Old)” by The Waterboys & William B Yeats
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is a rewrite of a piece original called “Living On a Knife Edge”(Feb 2019). This poem was one of two, that I submitted to be published in March 2020 , but the other poem was accepted ahead of this piece, and here today I have again revised the 2020 poem.
Living On a Wooden Bridge (Revised)
Fire, fire, there’s raging fires
I need help to stamp out the flames
Burning down this old timber bridge
A traveler’s last causeway to the edge
Carrying today’s harsh realities
Spanning a lifetime of dreams and fantasies
Rain, rain, there’s a Noah’s flood
I need help to stop the cascading suds
Fill the sandbags with riverbed mud
Plug the leakages with woolly rugs
Ring out qualms and doubts
And accept the charity handouts
Warning, warning, there’s a heatwave
I need help to see through the shimmering haze
And peer into nature’s fiery atmosphere tonight
Where millions of her fireflies are alight
Forcing eyes to hear the sound of flashing delights
Gathering above the bridge to be the world’s new sunlight
“The Hosting Of The Shee” a poem by William B Yeats, sung by the Waterboys
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare Caoilte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’ ‘Away, come away, away, away’.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare Caoilte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’ ‘Away, come away, away, away’.
Our armsa-wave, our lips are apart And if anything gaze on our rushing band We come between him and the hope of his heart We come between him and the deed of his hand.
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare Caoilte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’ ‘Away, come away, away, away, away, away…’.
Please Note: All attached Photos presented in this article were taken by Derrick Knight, and he has kindly allowed me reproduce them here on my poetry site. You may visit his wonderful article, and site by clicking on this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2023/10/02/moons-for-denzil/
