“The truth has teeth.” ~ Jodi Picoult
“A writer is like a tuning fork: We respond when we’re struck by something… If we’re lucky we’ll transmit a strong pure note, one that isn’t ours, but which passes through us. If we’re lucky, it will be a note that reverberates and expands, one that other people will hear and understand.” ~ Roxana Robinson
“The Skull of the Moon”
the guise that promised the sky,
they tasted the lie—
his sun is fueled by screams
and the flamed skull of the moon
the wee notes…
– Thoughts of the moon tend to leave a blissful look on my face. So, when Kerry invited us to write a short poem using the phrase “And the Moon and the Stars and the World” as frame of reference, I was convinced that I would craft something, well… blissful. But… I had just read Jodi Picoult’s Small Great Things—a novel where hatred and lies destroy the life of people. Things improve after masks and self-blinders are bitten off by the truth and by willingness to give people a chance (or three) to proof their humanity. This wee poem is a dance between the moon and Picoult’s and Robinson’s quotes.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (And the Moon ~ Micro Poetry), and to my Diversity Reading List for 2017.
The full moon, by Judy Stearns (and a shaky handheld camera).