The Magic of Moonlight
I miss the soft siren call
of the slinky moonlight,
the velvety voice of the moon
as she beckons to me
in the middle of the night
with her hypnotic magic
wielded in the wee hours.
I miss her enticing ways
calling forth
the howling of coyotes
echoing over the hills.
I miss the shadows
of the moonlight
as she luminates
the dark and empty road
and leaves behind a trail of shadows.
Cooped up in the city
nothing calls to me at 3AM
save little lights on
in the cubby holes
of the apartment house
across the street.
No slinky siren song sings
nor misty magic.
No coyotes howling here,
just the loud voices of drunks
stumbling home
in the harsh glare of streetlights.
“In the Hebrides of Scotland, it was common practice well into the nineteenth century for men to take off their caps to greet the morning sun and for women to bend their knee in reverence to the moon at night. These were the lights of God. They moved in an ancient harmony that spoke of the relationship of all things. And they witnessed also to the eternal rhythm between the masculine energies and the feminine energies that commingle deep in the body of the universe. The Celts were familiar also with the practice of being guided by the creatures. The birds of the air, the fish of the sea, the animals of the earth had not lost their senses. They were viewed as still being alive to the deepest rhythms of creation and to the interrelationship between all things.” (“Christ of the Celts” by J. Philip Newell)
MOONSIDE 
Excellent post, Ellen, all three parts.
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February 25, 2015 at 5:53 PM
Thanks so much, Ashley! xx ellen
On Wed, Feb 25, 2015 at 5:53 PM, MOONSIDE wrote:
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February 25, 2015 at 6:03 PM
I love all the imagery in this poem and the beautiful sounds of the night, all descriptive of a natural cycle in Nature which humans may barely discern in suburban environments.
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February 25, 2015 at 6:05 PM
And which are virtually non-existent in the cities!! Thanks for writing, Maria!
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February 25, 2015 at 9:09 PM
Wonderful post
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February 25, 2015 at 6:16 PM
Thanks so much, Bert!
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February 25, 2015 at 9:09 PM
just beautiful!
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February 25, 2015 at 7:16 PM
Thank you, Cindy. Hope no more unwanted visitors are appearing.
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February 25, 2015 at 9:10 PM
Beautiful. Thank you.
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February 25, 2015 at 7:53 PM
Thanks, Kitt, for writing despite all that is going on with your family. xx ellen
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February 25, 2015 at 9:11 PM
Thank you.
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February 26, 2015 at 1:22 AM
Lovely sense of moonlight here, being drawn towards it and meanwhile ordinary life goes on unheeding. The quote is wonderful, I looked for it in goggle immediately, found this link: http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/books/books.php?id=18140
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February 25, 2015 at 8:32 PM
Sorry, should have provided a link– just added yours– thank you!! And thank you for writing! Nice to see you here. Husband went to U. of Edinburgh with J. Philip Newell’s wife but lost contact over the years. During his present recuperation from being ill, he reestablished contact with John and bought most of Newell’s books. My favorite is “Christ of the Celts’ but “The Rebirthing of God” is good, too.
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February 25, 2015 at 9:27 PM
Lovely shot, Ellen!
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February 26, 2015 at 1:53 AM
gritty contrast
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February 26, 2015 at 6:30 AM
Thank you, Richard!!!
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February 26, 2015 at 10:06 AM
Just like it is. Thanks, Paul!
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February 26, 2015 at 10:06 AM
I was captivated from the opening line Ellen; I do so love it when words are used sensually as you have here. The accompanying text was a delight to read too, and I note Tiramit’s link with interest. H ❤
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February 26, 2015 at 6:58 AM
So glad you liked it, Hariod, and the text. Yes, good that Tiramit gave the link. Newell is great! xx ellen
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February 26, 2015 at 10:08 AM
Wonderful poem. You have the ability to transfer feelings. I can really understand how you felt at this moment. Perfect poem, as usual, dear Ellen, thanks for your mail, warm regards Mitza
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February 26, 2015 at 12:08 PM
Thank you, Mitza. Glad you could relate. Warmest regards, ellen
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February 28, 2015 at 3:55 PM
The moon offers so much inspiration. When she is absent there is something missing in the skies.
So nice to meet you!!!
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March 4, 2015 at 4:28 PM
Good to meet you and so close to a full moon. Thank you, ellen
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March 4, 2015 at 5:18 PM
This is beautifully written – Thank You
Best Wishes
john
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March 6, 2015 at 7:48 PM
Thank you so much, John!! Just was visiting your blog but no comment or like buttons I could find. Interesting blog. Thank you again, Ellen
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March 9, 2015 at 11:34 AM
Hi Ellen … I loved everything about this , beautiful ! …xxxmeg
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March 11, 2015 at 6:10 AM
Thank you so very much, Meg!! Good to see you here. xx ellen
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March 11, 2015 at 10:39 AM
that looks so nice 🙂
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March 18, 2015 at 3:46 AM
Thanks so much, Joshi, for visiting and your comment!
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March 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM