Moon Flower
A Poem
Show me a flower That opens in the moonlight
And I will show you Magic
Witches we are all witches When it comes to the glow
Of the moon When it comes to the moonlight
Being out at night Is glorious
Is sacred Is feminist
Being out at night With nothing else
But the moon The stars
The night-blooming morning glory Is decadent
If we could erase it all Until only the land and the water and the flowers and the moon and the stars
Were left If we could undo and tear down the restraints
Of so-called civilization Of so-called society
In a heartbeat we would.
Jenny Justice, Poet. Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her newsletter here.
The writing prompt is here:
Now let’s look up — let’s dream, let’s aspire, let’s become overwhelmed with the biggest of big pictures. We are on a planet. It is in space. Space is vast. There are stars. They are beautiful. Let us continue reflecting and welcoming the second half of 2020 by sharing our hopes with the stars, the constellations, the elements of air and space, of whatever else is up there for us to gaze on, wish on, pin our hopes to.
Let’s take the next week of July, surrounded by flowers, to stargaze.
1). Submit your poems to any Medium publication.
2). Tag them with all the things you wish to, but let’s create the tag Star Week
3). Let’s give 7 days of stargazing poems to the universe, to 2020, to each other. July 8-July 14, 2020
4). Also tag me in your poems too, because I want to be sure to see them!
For more on Star Week, and Floral Week check this out, and thank you!
And Tapan Avasthi this is my double entry — Floral Week, and Star Week ❤
