Friday, November 11, 2005
Far from her normal haunts
And riding on the rising light
Her sober brother taunts.
She floats, a feather in the air
Above the breeze and bough;
Her face shines round with morning's glare
Upon her silver brow.
But soon her teasing day’s carouse
Must end and she retire,
To hide within her somber house
And flee her sibling’s fire.
Come back! Come back! the boy entreats,
And play with me a while–
But she maintains her coy conceits
With just a winsome smile.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
"Brother Sun, sister Moon." (Canticle of the Sun, St. Francis of Assisi)
But in this poem, Sister Moon is portrayed as a bit of a playgirl who stays up past her "bedtime," a bit tipsy, taunting her brother, the sun.