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Strawberry Moon

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Posted by Writing Prompter on 6.10.14

Each month a full moon rises in the sky, and each of these moons has a special name. In June the full moon is known as the Full Strawberry Moon, a name given to it by the Algonquin tribes, to whom it signaled the time to gather the ripening fruit. In Europe, where the strawberry is not a native fruit, this moon is known as the Full Rose Moon. This week, try writing a short poem of rhyming couplets about this month's full moon. For inspiration, read Percy Bysshe Shelley's "The Waning Moon."

Reader Comments

  • greenbutterfly says...


        A Fullmoon Rose

      A lovely blush she does give

      upon the earth were we live.

      A rosey light she does share

      with all of those who at her


      To me she is the story teller

      of all the days gone by and if

      you ask her, she will tell of all

      the mystic's, poet's and dreamer's

      enchantment's in the pages of time.

      Full of poise and grace, she is

      also the keeper of a fruitfully

      full plate.       

  • donnini says...

    for you

    The moon pales
    where her breath sounds,
    between this bed, the still night
    and the country of her dreams.

    And all creation it seems
    (like a mother to her breasts)
    has drawn the night around,
    offering forever this warmth between.

    But I am moved by another
    more distant ground, into which
    these scenes will soon dissipate
    and rearrange, and like our love
    no longer appear or be exchanged.

    And where this sheet spreads
    luminous over our limbs entwined,
    a garden may grow, a yard, echo
    with a child’s delight, or tree
    in some distant generation, sway
    beneath a vault of moonlight.


  • likeanapple says...

    Every two fortnights, for life, We wait upon the moon-wife, The flat-faced affect shining, A coldness and a pining. Its stale light, mere reflection, Evokes in us connection. We gaze from window ledges, Like rabbits in the hedges. http://jessicaslavin.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/5680/

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