Jan. 10th…Wolf Moon

(forgive me Joyce Kilmer)

I thought that I could surely be
a scribe with wisdom of the trees

if I could use transmogrified
and keep the meter in full stride.

But in my search for helpful muse
my eyes the night sky did peruse

and it was then I chanced to see
amidst tall trees so shadowy

the stark bare branches of an elm
with a full Wolf Moon at the helm,

a work of art with tiny stars
to sparkle back-light from afar.

‘Twas God who made that handsome tree
then stripped it bare so regally.

Exposed and trembling, tempest tossed
no poem is born without a cost.

 

About  the title:

The Wolf Moon will be truly full at 2:21 p.m. ET on Friday January 10, according to Space.com. Smack dab in the middle of the afternoon doesn’t exactly offer that brilliant, light-up-the-night shine, however. and viewers on the United States’ East Coast won’t be able to see the moon at that time of day anyway.

Saturday, January 11 is a good viewing option. Moonrise is at 5:53 p.m. on January 11 and moonset is at 8:54 a.m. on Sunday.”

 

When was the last time you read Trees by Joyce Kilmer?

https://poets.org/poem/trees

8 thoughts on “Jan. 10th…Wolf Moon

  1. Bit of trivia: In the 8th grade, our English teacher (Myrna Campbell, a goddess in my eyes then and now, love her) gave us an assignment to learn and recite two poems. She then made an offhand comment that she really couldn’t stand “that horrible Joyce Kilmer poem”. She explained why, but I don’t recall the exact details. What I do recall is that I immediately got with all my little friends and we learned THREE poems, with each of us including “Trees” as one of our selections, just to annoy her in a loving way.

    It worked. By the end of Presentation Day, she was gritting her teeth and plotting revenge… 😉

  2. BoardFlak

    I like the image of the wolf moon standing behind the oak tree as a helmsman behind a ship’s wheel.

    The Highwayman has one flaw for me; with the musket resting on the floor, the trigger would have been too far down for her to have reached it. With the length of muskets being what they were, it’s unlikely that it was resting on something else where the trigger would be higher. I believe there were shorter muskets, though it would be hard to imagine a troop of redcoats armed with them – but for the sake of the poem I guess we need to assume that, and that it was propped on a stool or the equivalent.

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