I stand at my back window near midnight. The night is cloudy, but still I’m hoping to catch a glimpse of the full October Hunter’s Moon.
I will not be using its light to search for my winter’s food store. So what am I seeking? What will nourish me in the coming months of short days and long nights?
tell me what I see–
moon appears complete, sudden,
clouds glowing colors
wings against golden black
catch omens, rise, then fly
Every two weeks The Ekphrastic Review has a writing challenge. I usually enter, and always plan to do a collage for the selected work and publish my poem, even if it isn’t chosen. Of course I don’t actually often have the time. But Jane Dougherty’s repetition of Dale Patterson’s artwork, with 3 of her poems, spurred me to do my collage and revise my poem, which I wasn’t satisfied with. It fit right into Frank Tassone’s “Hunter’s Moon” prompt. Were you lucky enough to see it?
You can see Jane’s poems here. And those selected by guest editor Jordan Trethewey, at The Ekphrastic Review, here.
I am nowhere indigenous. Born in the midwestern United States, I have moved through many other regions. My genetics are blended and confused, my blood relations scattered. Even within the city I have called home for 45 years I belong to no single neighborhood. No land or culture claims me as their own.
roots of tangled earth and air
I occupy each season
refilled, resampled, revived
For Frank’s haibun prompt at dVerse, considering our relationship to the word indigenous, as we celebrate both Columbus Day and the native peoples who inhabited this land long before Columbus discovered it.