If nervous or afeared, she shows it not; she practiced til runes burned upon her mind. Foot-falls and risings; turns to each direction; offering made. All left twas rising of the full, clear moon. Pink moon* under which enchantment needs be done.
Led to this night; this place under wheeling cold starscape emerging from warmth of eveningtide’s skyfire. Moon rise – sun’s pale lover banished – sending brilliant white streamers into darkness of shadows. Fixed spot, circle of sky above tops of ancient firs. When frame filled by pink engorged moon, she begins.
Ritual of Ancients. Freeing. Rebirth. Enters twilit clearing, girl. As sun’s orange talons scrape trace of moon from sky, emerges woman, warrior.
(c) Lorraine
Writing in the raw, first weave for Tale Weaver #116: the moon The full moon in April is called “the pink moon,” named after moss pink, or wild ground phlox, one of the earliest flowering plants. Other cultures know it by different names: “sprouting grass moon;” “egg moon;” “fish moon.” note from Full Moon Phases.
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Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
April 20, 2017 at 6:20 pm
This line leaves me absolutely breathless:
“As sun’s orange talons scrape trace of moon from sky”
Absolute perfection.
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April 20, 2017 at 8:37 pm
Thank you. I often see dawn as orange fingers snatching away the wayward moon.
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April 20, 2017 at 5:28 pm
I love the image Lorraine and I didn’t know about the pink moon, I guess in my part of the world it doesn’t happen like for you…..though I did have a pink sunrise this morning..
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April 20, 2017 at 8:39 pm
Pink sunrises are quite spectacular. I imagine there may have been names for the moons within the aborigine culture. I’ve only recently been learning about the names for the full moons. I knew the huge orange harvest moon from childhood, but it’s fascinating to learn the names and significance attached to each lunar event.
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April 20, 2017 at 3:49 pm
This is beautiful!
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April 20, 2017 at 8:39 pm
Thank you Teresa. As Michael suggested in his prompt, we all may have an affinity for moons.
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April 20, 2017 at 2:55 pm
I can hear a lone wolf and a soft wind singing through the trees.
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April 20, 2017 at 8:40 pm
Yes, the howl of the wolf. A sound I’ve not had the privilege to hear except on television and in movies. To howl with the wolves . . .
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April 20, 2017 at 9:02 pm
A wolfs howl is a coyote with heart. Maybe a yearning with the feeling there will be an answer. It raises goosebumps
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April 20, 2017 at 9:11 pm
Co-wolfs as they are here on the east coast — hybrids between wolves and coyotes in Northern Ontario traveling east — I have seen close up, but not heard howl. Can image howls raise goosebumps.
Coyotes, like black vultures, followed the road kill of highways circa 1920s onward from west to east. Like for robins, our alteration of the landscape and oblititaion of nature gave some species a new advantage.
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April 20, 2017 at 10:53 pm
Coyotes have a wonderful advantage when wolves were eliminated. Interbreeding with dogs helped to
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April 20, 2017 at 11:40 pm
I hadn’t heard of coyotes interbreeding with dogs, only wolves. Here coyotes are now part of the suburbian urban landscape like white-tailed deer and unfortunately for them as the suburbs spread, black bears. There actually is a black bear hunt EVERY YEAR in my state. It disgusts me. Not hunting itself when done with respect, but hunting for bear is not good. Like hunting elephants in Africa! Ooops, sorry. The bear lover in me comes out some times. I have met bears in several circumstances and remain in awe. And alive and unharmed. Miraculously, I suppose.
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April 20, 2017 at 11:51 pm
I have met a young male in Big Bend Texas about 7 miles from civilization
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April 20, 2017 at 11:52 pm
We both survived. I had to survive waking it off and the wife had a hiking stick. She was fast more dangerous. Especially after we got home and she saw I took a picture of it
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April 21, 2017 at 12:27 am
Sounds dangerously close to a nasty encounter. Met mine in northern Ontario and on the West coast — British Columbia and Washington State. Camp grounds and hiking trails. Stayed calm — bears mostly curious, not cub nor mating season.
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April 21, 2017 at 12:41 am
I was hoping to use the composting toilet. He was hoping for food. I eventually got him in tree and throw a rock the size of a bowling ball. It bounced near his tree and rolling about twenty feet downhill (away from us). He jumped down and went to sniff it. He gave me a look that basically said “asshole” and he walked off.
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April 21, 2017 at 1:01 am
Wow! Nothing so pro-active
In one case, we had been sleeping on the ground, in an empty state park, near the river. Borrowed a friend’s car to make the trip to mountains in Washington State — no tent, no sleeping bags. Got cold, so moved into her little Toyota. Bear wandered down to the river, sniffling, snuffling, and looking at the car with us in it as if it were a can of sardines. Hubby slept through the whole experience.
Mostly bears looking for food or curious — closest was when on trail at night by myself (separate from my camping group) and bear was only a few feet away. I just kept walking slowly. Bear hurrumped, and moved along. In area where bears and people often collided, so bears were used to people; I wasn’t used to bears yet.
Had a friend out West who could never go for a hike or camping trip without a bear encounter. We swore she was a bear magnet; find them in places where none had been seen before she ventured there. Needless to say, I was careful just where I went walking with her — mostly extremely urban parks.
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April 21, 2017 at 1:32 am
We used cat toys as “Bear bells” to avoid surprising a bear. I have only been around people who run into bears in the Smokie mountains. Must store in the car
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April 20, 2017 at 8:14 am
Wonderful imagery.
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April 20, 2017 at 8:18 am
Thank you Sheri. Moon-struck, I guess, when writing after only half a coffee.
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