Moon Pretzels


In late evenings,
She lays and wonders
If she has a Moon for a Heart.
It thins, thins, thins,
Into a graceful crescent,
To only be New yet again.
Then fills, fills, fills,
Into baby-faced Full
Revealing in front of the Sun
Flowing over in oceans
Leaping Tides of Spring
As if gravity lost all its decency.

In early mornings,
she bakes and wonders
If the rock sits there, all the same
Whole-hearted and tethered
to the center’s pull
Just hidden from the light
Like the warm crumbling
chaff wall in grandma’s attic,
where we peeled endless layers
of sun-baked wall paper to discover
yet another, and another, and another.

And in late afternoons,
she hums and gathers them all:
Hunter’s Heart, a restless wanderer,
Harvest Heart of filling wheat,
Milk Heart, refreshing thirst,
Strawberry Heart, smiling summer’s cheeks
Oak Heart encased in ridges so thick,
Bloody Heart and the bruised Blue,
just the same.
Then she laces them
like pretzels
on worn hemp strings,
And walks out to feed the world






About BeeHappee

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14 Responses to Moon Pretzels

  1. noblethemes says:

    Beautiful . . . Simply Beautiful πŸ™‚

  2. Wow.. this was very cleverly scripted… Wonderful phases of the Moon..all shining down on us… wishing you a wonderful Moonlit night.. πŸ™‚

  3. gatheringplaceseasonfour says:

    like “we peeled endless layers” – happened 1966 summer in our East Harlem apartment, 342 E. 100th Street, 3rd floor (up two sets of flights) where we cut through linoleum floor coverings (vinyl) and I think we went through fourteen. Many seemed in better condition than the top / present one.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Fourteen layers? Boy, I would be tired. What a nice selection though, you could have kept any one of the 14. πŸ™‚
      That layers thing was neat when we were kids, exciting to peel to see what is under. Walls in grandma house were made of some muddy chaff. If you scrape, it would crumble out. Then wallpaper covered over. I still remember wallpapering days, cutting, laying out a piece, mixing up some glue, then rolling the glue on the paper, then quickly sticking it up the wall, hoping it is straight. πŸ™‚

  4. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature says:

    Beautiful phases of the moon and our hearts, Bee. My girlfriend bought an older house. We peeled layers and layers of wallpaper and when we finally got to the actual wall, there was a big heart drawn on in containing 2 names. Very sweet. Great poem, Kristina.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Mary. Neat story. I love old houses and their stories. We used to dig through grandma’s attic for all kinds of good stuff. Stay safe and out of blizzard’s way.

  5. Scott says:

    This one was incredibly evocative. I like the last line, like a twist in the story, but a great ending.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you, Scott. “Twist in a story” is appropriate for pretzels I guess, you are making me hungry for some now. πŸ™‚ Wow, I am listening to my friendly cardinal pair here, they are out singing every morning from 6:30 am to 8 am. It does not even feel like winter. Hope you are enjoying your snow. πŸ™‚

      • Scott says:

        We watch a bunch of cardinals here too, something like eight pairs one morning! All in this little bitty ol front yard.
        I meant I didn’t see the last line coming, but it works perfect. I see it as people bringing their whole selves as contributions to the world… quite nice.
        (I don’t know if you’re “supposed to” decipher poetry like I did, no poetry expert here, but I really enjoyed this one, especially the last line… )

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