Silver edge fades blue,
Then night-black wraps round; we glimpse
Old myth in profile.
The man in the moon
Seems to slumber night away;
Awake, we dream too.
Tonight the moon is still a thin curve of white against the black sky. But old imagination can see in that profile a face that has watched nighttime in the minds of many generations. As I grow older, I find that many of these folk and fairy characters dwell far deeper in my own imagination that I ever realized, populating the interstices among reality, fiction, and actual mythology. Keeping the world a larger, sweeter place to live.
This set of haiku was written for the November #POMprompt #POMwrimo at Fiddleheads and Floss Poetry.
