Moon Mad

The river is silver tonight
So the moon came down for a dip
Where the frogs croak deep in the rushes
And the stars swim shining like fish.

I came for a drink with my dipper
But the Dipper was already there
So I filled my eyes with the glory
And my lungs with the sweet night air.

Some people might call me crazy
Just because they will never know why
I leave my warm bed behind me
And go out for a look at the sky.

As for me, I am perfectly happy
To attend to the nightingale’s wit;
I call it regrettable sanity
That would miss a moonrise like this.

For the trout play their scales like Mozart
While the crickets keep musical time
And the river is murmuring stories
In sounds that are older than rhyme.

Original illustration by Havalah Peirce. You can see more of her work at https://havalahrpeirce.com, and on Instagram @hrpeirce.

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Mary Caroline Whims

Mary Caroline Whims is a graduate of Hillsdale College and an award-winning poet. Her work has been published in various magazines including Ekstasis and First Things, and she is currently working on her first book.

Read more of her poetry on Instagram @marycarolinewrites.

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