I hold the disk of the moon
under my tongue
and count to one hundred
I feel it dissolve
as the silvery coolness
slips down my throat
curls in my belly
I swallow the moon
then keep her wisdom
in my blood
under my skin
no one knows
but they can see
I am radiant
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Dearest Mary, this is gorgeous!
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Thank you! xx
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I love this Mary–from the very first image, every word–it’s so hard to find that radiant place these days, but your 55 brought me there in just a few well-worded seconds–thank you! And thanks so much for plying this week. Have the very most kickass weekend.
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Oh sure, hog the moon all for yourself! I see how you are. 😉
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And it was delicious! Hahaha!
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I’m standing next to CoalBlack! Jealous I am! LOL –
well, this certainly was refreshing – I like how this didn’t wander into the church ordained divinity but rather, stayed right on path with the pagan, natural – a breath of moon air …. lovely and rewarding.
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Yes, that word disk… lol. Thanks Willow.
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Oh my I love this, wish i’d written this. I’ m all jealous now. 🙂
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Thank you so much Susie! I feel that way about a lot of your stuff.
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how very priestly of you 🙂
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Ha, is my Catholic showing?
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Lusciously non-Catholic… and I love all the comments along with your responses!
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Hahaha – this one included!
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