Full moon inspired, Cold Under the Sturgeon Moon is a poem that first appeared online in the Lothlorien Poetry Journal.
Cold Under the Sturgeon Moon
“Tranquillity, bridge over the harbour,
the falsehood of rotten wood.
Speechless were we
as the Sturgeon moon introduced
the night symphony, stellar and amphibian
like an orchestra warming up.
Ignite, the moon did in the sapphire sky
its powdery soot, you said, the darkest shade
of the heaviest shell
that lies on the bottom of the sea.
Let’s watch the show, I prayed
knowing you won’t trust this symphony.My heart soars free.
Patricia Furstenberg
I hold your hand, the show’s at end,
the moon went dead, and night passed by.
Chill fills my palm: it claimed your arm,
the dimple that’s above your elbow.
Hush, hush, at peace, I whisper.”
“Sturgeon moon” is the nickname for the August full moon that appears larger in the sky than it actually is, due to its orbit coming closest to Earth.
The name of Sturgeon Moon comes from the unusual large number of fish found now (or were in the past) – in the lakes where the Algonquin tribes fished, in North America.
Tonight we’ll enjoy the Cold full Moon of December (right after Saint Nicholas) also known as the Moon Before Yule, or the Wolf Moon (more common used for the January’s Full Moon).
Another poem published today, Autumnal Pantoum on Active Muse:
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