If she had seen the same moon as I do
would she have watched the rabbit
shape sweetness for the night’s journey?
I’m three moons short of a baker’s dozen,
the thunder moon obscuring the leftovers
to bring in the full collection.
Watching the lunar phases in early evening
reminds me that the day’s work is done
when the rabbit says so, not when I choose.
– Aaron Kent
I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags. Even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses. All of us.
Sara Crewe, A Little Princess
Who’s the princess now? Many people
see the moon. Some because their turret
window opens onto it, the white light
drenching their courtyard; others
because they have no window
roof, walls. The moon
may visit when it will,
drench what it will.
Once a king or queen of Narnia,
Always the boy who killed a wolf cold.
Always the girl who was not allowed to fight.
Here are the things the moon brings:
A silver necklace (limited edition)
A backdrop for spiky tree silhouettes.
The tide, unsure, knocking timidly
– Kirsten Irving