Moon Gardening on a Funeral Pyre
Moonrose Doherty
This offering
subsumed
fires that burn on water
Aries suns ravage my riverine pulse
You, funeral pyre
burning to burn
a mars inflicted boredom
I, forever pining
spruce sap licking
to tuck the heart
is to swim with the current
To go where the moon goes
remembrance in birthing
water-bear cave dwelling
moss sucking
flood fall emergence
when skin can stay moist
when eyes can open gently
a damp cradling
moon gardens
constellated
by alder cones
ripe hearts
tadpole pools
I’ve always been two-hearted,
a knower
for death feeds living, and
a composted heart is precious
is food
hearts burnt up in falling leaves
pulse bloom in
the time of black poplar gathering
before squeaky fresh leaf tips emerge
before lilacs burst grief-scent
before rifting the silky black rot dirt
the time of planting
moonbeams in surviving hearts
the time of moonwatering
creamy tendrils
birthed in a composted heart
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Author Bio
Moon Doherty is a non-binary human that started writing poetry as a teenager and was encouraged by an amazing teacher at Jefferson High School, which led to getting poems published in Rites of Passage, the school’s literary magazine. They’ve been writing ever since and love to write poetry about nature, feelings, change, water, relationships and connection. The art of singing and painting through words (poetry in their perception) is a deeply personal creating that helps them understand their own body, mind, and soul in ways that they’re joyous has become a realized possibility. They’re grateful for the opportunity to share in community. Moon is deeply intertwined with plants and energies and the astral world and you’ll often find them under stars, in a river or sitting with their rooted, rain-drinking friends.
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