Each month I show you the same face,
and you call me a different name.
Now you call me Cold Moon,
but I am always cold.
You call me Long Night Moon,
but my nights are always long,
bright on one side, dark the other.
I am the same, always, and you
make of me what you desire. Magical,
monstrous, indifferent, muse.
I pull at your blood, and you
deny me. We yearn for one
another, stone of my stone, fire
of my fire, night of my night.

Dec. 12, 11:37 a.m. EST — Full Cold Moon; among
some tribes, the Full Long Nights Moon. In this month the winter cold fastens
its grip, and the nights are at their longest and darkest. Also sometimes
called the Moon before Yule. The term Long Night Moon is a doubly appropriate
name because the midwinter night is indeed long and the moon is above the
horizon a long time. The midwinter full moon takes a high trajectory across the
sky because it is opposite to the low Sun. The moon will also be at perigee
later this day, at 5:00 p.m. EST, at a distance of 221,560 mi. (356,566 km.)
from Earth. Very high ocean
tides can be expected from the coincidence of perigee with full moon.
Totally Optional Prompt: Request for Persona Poems
I just love the moon and this poem pleases me so much! I totally understand, "I pull at your blood."
Posted by: Linda Jacobs | 17 December 2008 at 06:33 PM
FANTASTIC poem. I'm a big moon-fan too. I'm an expat American living in rural New Zealand and the nights are so clear here that the moon has seduced me again, in a way it hadn't since my childhood in suburban Detroit. Here's my little post on 'Why I love the moon' at my blog, 'Moon Over Martinborough' here: http://martinborough.wordpress.com/
Posted by: Jared | 02 May 2009 at 04:21 AM