dVerse Poetics: Oldies But Goodies

Before Lillian starts her cruise, she is again hosting Poetics over at dVerse. She is asking us to pick a song from the year we were born and to write about it. You’re going to have to look up the song to find out the year I was born! Pub opens Tuesday at 3:00 pm EST.  https://dversepoets.com/2017/04/11/oldies-but-goodies-no-matter-the-age/

How High the Moon
The young woman sat in the porch swing, pushing herself to and fro with her foot.  The full flower moon glinted off her wireframe glasses and in the darkness, her curly hair was coal black.  Inside the bedroom window facing onto the porch she had placed the radio so she could listen to music as she drifted in her thoughts.  The screen door opened and a young man came outside and joined her in the swing.  He looked at her with trouble in his eyes.  “What’s wrong?  You ate nothing at dinner and I cooked your favorites tonight”, he said softly.  The woman glanced at him, swallowed, then licked her lips.  Something was bothering her.  After a few minutes she whispered, “I’m pregnant”.  “What?,, what?”  She hung her head.  The young man gathered her into his arms.  “This is wonderful news, wonderful.  When?”  “November, mid or late.”  She snuggled in his arms and they began swinging again, gazing at the full moon.  On the radio began “How High the Moon” by Les Paul and Mary Ford.

full pink moon shines bright –
drifts of clouds across the moon –
kisses in the shadows


My sweet mama aged 16. copyright kanzensakura


22 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. lillian
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 16:44:49

    Oh….this is so beautiful. These were the days when pregnancies were revealed…not with pee on a stick…but in more of a surprise .. a wish come true or a nightmare happening. Truly this story tells of a joyful love-filled child that shall come into the world.
    Haiku adds so much! I adore this answer to the prompt!


  2. kim881
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 17:01:20

    Your haibun is stunning, Toni, and so evocative of the past.


  3. frankhubeny
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 17:10:42

    Nice remembrance of your mother. I only have one picture of my mother when she was very young, about 12. Her childlike innocence reminded me of our daughters.


  4. Glenn Buttkus
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 17:28:44

    So many of us peering back to the 40’s & 50’s. Your poem is really sweet & lovely; seems like truth–was this your conception, were you the bundle of joy? I’d like to think so.


  5. Grace
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 18:13:51

    What a lovely surprise to share the good news ~ And the full moon was glorious to see last night ~ Lovely haibun Toni ~


  6. paul scribbles
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 18:28:37

    So evocative and a wonderful full moon gift.


  7. Beverly Crawford
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 19:00:02

    Sweet story, sweet memories, great haiku!


  8. jillys2016
    Apr 11, 2017 @ 21:21:06

    This is so lovely! The full pink moon captured me these two nights – posting 3 pics tomorrow for Wordless Wednesday of last night’s show. Thanks for sharing!


  9. welshstream
    Apr 12, 2017 @ 05:19:46

    That is just wonderful piece of writing and love the end lines.


  10. Waltermarks
    Apr 12, 2017 @ 14:40:13

    I just listened how high the moon, from Les Paul and Mary Ford. I like your Haibun much better. It has more story and the fidelity is lots better. Those were definitely the days of shotgun weddings. I’m glad her beau was happy at the news and I hope they lived happily ever after. Thanks


  11. kanzensakura
    Apr 12, 2017 @ 14:45:05

    LOL. It wasn;’t a shotgun marriage. My parents had been married two years before my mom became pregnant with me. and yes, my parents lived happily ever after. Remember: Haibun are true, not fiction.


  12. wolfsrosebud
    Apr 12, 2017 @ 18:15:03

    What a wonder response she recieved


  13. Janice
    Apr 12, 2017 @ 19:54:18

    A beautiful story. I like your references to the pink/flower moon.


  14. Candy
    Apr 12, 2017 @ 21:47:50

    Beautiful haibun.


  15. Kathy Reed
    Apr 13, 2017 @ 10:12:38

    How sweet that song and lovely the story of your mother. I remember those days like yesterday.


  16. whippetwisdom
    Apr 14, 2017 @ 15:10:38

    It looks as if my comment from a few days ago landed in your spam folder and I wanted you to know how much I love your writing here and the magic symbolism of the pink moon. Much love to you from all of us here and we wish you a very Happy Easter 💖 xxx


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