For those of you participating in dVerse, I would not want to take up more of your time. Do not be shy and jump down to the title, saving you the extra 300 words of my preamble! Speaking of challenges, Merril is hosting Prosery Monday today and I cannot resist, especially since I was already working on this post when the challenge popped into my inbox. Of course, that meant limiting myself to 144 words but hey, why not? Today, we must use the line: “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.” – From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”.
Eeesh… hard to believe it was two weeks ago, I promised Marina the moon. What can I say? Either time, stuff, fatigue, listlessness, other stuff, etc. got in the way. Or a combo of all. Or some. Neither here nor there, right? I’m here now. And how do you like that? The time it took me to do this, the moon is in the same phase-ish. Wait. Is it?
No, it isn’t. I had to look up just where in the moon’s phase I was when I took the photos. Though my camera says September 1st, I know it was August 31st (must find out how to change the settings on my camera). On August 31st, the moon was at 97% Illumination, in Waxing Gibbous, leading up to September 2nd’s Full Moon. I was going to post this tomorrow, September 15th, when she is at 5% Illumination, in Waning Crescent, leading up to September 17th’s New Moon. So. My timing (with a minor cheat) is bang on – mirror-style. Have I bored you? Or, like me, did you learn something new?
Enough blah blah, Rogerson, move on to your little story created using your pictures of the moon,taken on August 31st. A little music to get you in the mood…
The Moon, Playing Coquette
Like voyeurs, they watch, moonstruck, unwilling to leave, because on this night, the Moon plays temptress. Unabashedly, she prances around fully nude, but tonight, though her light is bright, she keeps a sliver of herself hidden.
She is playing the seductress with a reverse striptease. She flirts with the leaves on the trees, coyly covering and uncovering parts of herself.
First one side,
then the other, concealing more of herself each time she shifts.
It is sensuous dance that surprises the watchers. How can they be aroused by the addition rather than the removal of vestments? And yet they are. Enchanted, even.
At last, she finishes her dance, her new garment reminding her audience of a woman’s shoulder, decorated with lace.
They leave her, making their way to their beds and, in their dreams, they sleep with the moon, replaying her dance, in reverse.