A moonlit whisper drifts across the strawberry field, where the night’s small wonders gather for their secret celebration.
A Magical Mushroom Party
Did you hear — on the grapevine about the magic mushroom party? The local fungi have peacefully impregnated the neighbourhood strawberry field and all moonlit buttons are welcome. Grab an umbrella and your gumboots, bring your own spores and a watering can.
…join the cheery clan, there’s plenty of toadstools, and the soirée’s fairy rings of our magical and mysterious land have conjured up the old Beatles band.
And as the fairy rings keep peacefully humming, the old songs rise again beneath the glowing caps of night.
This morning’s winter sun momentarily slipped through the clouds just long enough to set the eucalyptus leaves shimmering.
The Sun’s Winter Glow
Mother Nature’s wryly smiling, silently proud there above the lingering dark clouds. The waning winter sun shyly glows, and its diffused light knows how to make the eucalyptus leaves sparkle during the season’s arctic cycle.
A stillness to sit with, as the day folds into the deeper quiet where winter light lingers.
In keeping with this week’s moon theme, today’s Throwback Friday poem drifts back to November 2024, when the moon seemed to whisper of endurance and flight. Drawn from Chapter 6 of Time Hears No Sound, Travel and Life: Time Flies — it traces the solitary courage of a seagull chasing horizons.
Under the full moon’s watch, the journey continues — across water, memory, and time.
Full Moon Rising
I am an aging seagull And I must be out of my skull
Thinking that I’m fit enough To fly further than the bluff
No matter, there is a full moon To guide me across this barren dune
My journey is a lonely one But I’m not to be outdone
I know there is another blue ocean Beyond this World’s wavering horizon
And under this quiet moon, the journey keeps unfolding — one small, steady heartbeat at a time.
Only posted on my site on June 1st, submitted the next day, and published yesterday — a beautifully swift and heartening response from Spillwords.
I’m absolutely ecstatic to share that my poem “Between the Moon and Clouds” has been accepted and published in Spillwords Magazine this week. My heartfelt thanks to editor Dagmara for selecting my piece — her support means the world.
You can read the poem on Spillwords by clicking the link below, and if you feel moved to, you’re welcome to leave a 💗 for the article:
Please note: the featured image above was kindly supplied by Spillwords Press.
Between the Moon and Clouds
written by: Ivor Steven
They say the world is changing, but the moon cannot stop frowning, while nature is unerringly hurting, beneath our fettered feet.
Between the worried moon and the settling clouds, I perceive a loud rumbling sigh from beyond the deep blue sky.
In one ferocious breath, Thor decries, “Beware of the ground’s ringleader’s lies about the Earth’s visible demise, and hear the crust’s cries with your own eyes.
Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies and online magazines. He has 2 self-published books, “Tullawalla” and “Perceptions,” and is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc. (Australia) and an appointed writer for “Coffee House Writers” magazine (USA).
Just days after first sharing these thoughts on June 1st — born in that quiet space between day and night — Spillwords welcomed the poem into their pages with a wonderfully swift response
Featured Image Above:The image is a photomontage of a dim, muted horizon, and a crow flying above the horizon (which is the glued-on piece)
Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem,“Climbing Time,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below. >> Climbing Time – Coffee House Writers
The day’s soft edges — a wavering line, a lingering bird, a fallen quill — all found their way into the poem.
Somewhere beneath the melody, the climb keeps unfolding.
It’s been a week of wild weather and wilder WordPress moments, but today the moon slipped through the clouds with a smile, reminding me that even the sky resets itself.
Over at Weekly Prompts. The monthly Colour Challenge is, Blue. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
Moon Talk
G’day everyone. After some wet, windy, wintry days and a worrying and wearisome WordPress app week, it was a relief to see the moon’s glowing face.
I looked above the tranquil trees toward the clearing, cottony clouds and there, at last, I saw the moon’s handsome, happy face — and finally we could resume our “Happiness” conversation after resolving the week’s glitched frustrations and consternations (contaminations… contradictions… take your pick).
And as the moon drifts on and the music finds its rhythm, I follow along — lighter now, and finally in step again
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 