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