A Poem by Susan Dale

Mother Moon And I

Conceived in the swollen rivers
      Of the milky way
I am one with mother moon
      Waxing, waning
Wandering with her
Amongst the seamless heavens
           Here tonight
      Tomorrow there
Following her alabaster lights
She, bending the space of time
        And I, with space
        Falling into time
The moon, hand-maiden to the sun
                And I,
Slave to the throbbing pulse of earth

      Mother moon and daughter
      Spiral with trillions of stars
            And angel’ wings
          Deep into creation

Susan’s poems and fiction are on Eastown Fiction, Tryst 3, Word Salad, Pens On Fire, Ken *Again, Hackwriters, and Penwood Review. In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.