3 March: Reworked Mezzaluna
A Mezza Luna My mezza luna, crescent moon. Up there, pronging errant clouds. Up there, where stars move heaven and earth. Cut and sliced, night’s fabric redressed. Full to blousy. Wax to wane. Sad and joyous, so pale and faint. Up there. Up there. We stare up. Up. ©Misky 2023 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter.
1 March: dVerse Mezzaluna
A Mezzaluna Haibun Mezzaluna up there, catching errant clouds on your hook. Up there, a chill on souls rising from where western stars move both heaven and earth. For a day, cut and sliced on a bias, night’s fabric and dress, then redressed each month. Full and blousy. Waning and waxing. Sadness and joy, pale…