Portrait of the Moon

The evening was so hot I left the curtains apart

For the slightest whisper of air into the bedroom.


As I laid my head upon my pillow

I could clearly see the slender branches

Of two, huge trees on the street,

Creating from my bedside view

An almost perfect small circle

Sculpted by their different leaves.

It was lovely.

Through this port hole the grey-blue summer sky

Looked like a portal into space.

And with this enchanting thought

I fell asleep.


Much later, I stirred, perhaps from a dream,

And opened my eyes to the clear window.

In that precise, leafy frame

Was the brilliant half moon

Perfectly centred in the circle.

Like a craft work cut and pasted.

I couldn't believe it.

What were the odds!


But, even as I watched

Stunned with delight,

The Earth spun on its axis

Carrying the tree branches with it.

And me.

In mere minutes, maybe seconds,

The impossibly perfect vision shifted.


My Mind couldn't handle the 'Maths'.

I didn't want to know anyway.

I embraced the sheer Magic of it


With, as always, 'Thank you, God.'

Cynthia Buell Thomas, Oct., 2019

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Ruth O'Reilly

Thu 17th Oct 2019 12:10

Loved this poem Cynthia. In Astrology my birthchart is ruled by the moon so I too, hold this lunar fascination. And speaking of birthdays I just want to wish you a very Happy Belated Birthday, as I have just read your comment mentioning it. Enjoy the rest of your birthday week😊

Ps- Everything In life is Definitely a maybe. Not really impossible unless you say it is!

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Wed 16th Oct 2019 14:26

Hi Cynthia, I enjoyed this one and your continuing fascination with all things lunar 😃 Yes, embrace the magic whenever you can! Was it your birthday yesterday? If so, happy birthday! Tx

Emilia Callahan

Tue 15th Oct 2019 20:50

I like the concept of this poem very much. I think it would be interesting to see how you could play with the image of that perfect circle shifting into something else, as the axis of the Earth suddenly shifts. Almost, in a way, like the breaking of glass.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 15th Oct 2019 16:19

This has been 'floating around my head' for years. Today, it wanted OUT! Ergo - here it is. Kind of a birthday gift to myself, I think.
And why not? All that 'Libra' stuff, you know. Who can say? The world goes round on 'maybe'' and 'perhaps' and 'possible'.

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