Thursday, September 15, 2011

Dog Moon

Moonlight floods the room:
The scent of all outdoors drifts in.
 Old Maggie rouses, stiffly paces, 
Stands beside our bed again.

The full moon calls . She knows that
Somewhere beyond the edge of sight,
Bear and Jack, dead these two years,
Course the forever fields of night.

 Outside at last, she pauses on the porch,
Black nose tasting the moonlight,
Then sets off, hind legs stiff,
 A slow determined trot into the night.
Two hours later, she returns,
Panting with excitement keen,
Dancing with lunatic joy.
 Maggie, where have you been and what have you seen ?

 She keeps her counsel
but her eyes are full of moon beams
And, replete with full moon madness,
The old dog lies down to pleasant dreams.

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Ms. A said...

Beautiful moon shots and verse!

Martin said...

I love the image of a dog with eyes full of moon beams.

Marilyn said...

I love this image of the full moon calling to Maggie.

Alan Burnett said...

It was the narrative as much as the verse that kept me galloping onwards : wonderful stuff.

Thérèse said...

So wonderful!

June said...

That's great.
I love that Maggie knows that Bear and Jack are out there.

The moon this time 'round is just awe-inspiring, isn't it? Good photos of it!

Wayfarin' Stranger said...

I loved Maggie's story, and I also loved how you gave the impression of time passing with the moon "moving" across the photographic sky. Jim

Sally said...

Very well done...enjoyed the story in pictures and verse!

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

as always, you give story to wonderful pics...

i love it!


Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Vicki, I'm so glad Maggie can have fun with Jack and Bear on a full-moon night! We miss Byron so much, still. He preferred to spend full moon nights in bed with us, though.

Brian Miller said...

smiles. fun verse and wonderful story telling to go with a beautiful moon...very cool vicki

Tracy Golightly-Garcia said...

Hello Vicki

Loved it all!

I look forward to meeting you on 18October at Fountain Head Bookstore in Hendersonville.

Take Care.

Tracy :)

Suz said...

oh so you're a poet too!
just wonderful...and quiet and dreamy and all moonlike
you choose words well

JudyB said...

You do have a way with words! What wonderful imagery.

Anonymous said...

Kudos on the wonderful poem. I, too, love the full moon and enjoy watching it pass through the bedroom french doors, spilling its light across the bed all night.

Vicki, our friend Joy got out of bed Tuesday night to go pull weeds; I guess the moon was calling her, too!

Deana the queena


Wonderful moon shots and wonderful words about Maggie.-- barbara

Kath said...

Well, I'm just crying all over myself. Just beautiful.

Vicki Lane said...

This is exactly how Maggie does on moonlit nights. She hobbles out the door and when she comes back she seems to be young again. May I should try going with her some moonlit night...

It's more of a poem in progress. It began un-rhymed and then rhymes kept showing up. But I needed to go on and post it before I was really satisfied with the way it read. I'll probably work on it a while and then change it here.

I'm no poet -- but when I try, I'm never satisfied and always want to keep tweaking.

Vagabonde said...

Very nice poem. I saw this moon too on Tuesday night while driving – I almost got off the road trying to see it better. Did not know it was called after a dog (I thought it was called Harvest Moon.)

NCmountainwoman said...

Vicki, I don't think this poem needs any tweaking and I kindly request that you not change it.

Such a lovely description of a moon and our canine friends both here in the now or in the hereafter.

Victoria said...

I love your poem, Vicki, and the vivid word 'paintings' you created. Thinking of Maggie playing with Bear and Jack in fields of moonlight...well, I hope you don't change a word, even though it made me tear up a bit.