Passionate Moon

The moon is one of my favorite subjects to write about. Haunting, beautiful, full and bright or shadowed and small — I find endless ways to contemplate its light as it illuminates the dark night sky. Here is a poem I wrote years ago that brings together the moon with a magical, musical experience.
A Passionate Moon
Cloud-like speckles fly across
an ocean curtain that separates me
from a new and long awaited experience.
My tongue taps against my teeth in anticipation
of the moment when this dreamscape will open
letting my imagination revel
in whimsy and delight.
Mysterious orchestral chords
seep into my ears
the ocean curtain parts
to reveal a full moon
hanging behind it, yellow and bright.
Standing simply through a haze
she emerges into this miniature world
her hair flowing raven black with twined curls
underneath a crown of beaded silver flowers.
Her skin is pale, a fine china
against her black leather gown
she luminates a strong and exotic beauty
yet fragile and sweet essence
a coquettish yet refined woman
somewhere between Goddess and Queen.
Transformations occur with settle grace
haunting melodies interlope with
sweet rhapsodies
she is a Fairy Queene sparkling
in purple glitter, an Angel of elegance in white
a haunting Chorus Girl in black.
The Empress of her Kingdom
she flies above
hanging and spinning
encircled by long, lithe bodies
in fluid motion
as the instruments swell and bend
to her wishes.
A pause…
How can I speak of such an experience
while tears of joy flood my skin? 
She speaks now in a tiny
English accent
I strain to hear each inflection
of her speech
afraid to let any moment of this rapture
slip away.
Announcing her last delight
she delivers a haunting farewell
yet my heart soars as she returns
not once, but twice
to share more musical bliss.
At long last, it is Time to Say Goodbye
to her peaceful world
the ocean curtain closing behind her
The Ultimate Diva
The Queen of a night
of pure ecstasy.

Copyright Stacie Eirich March 23 2016

*Written after attending a performance of Sarah Brightman’s La Luna world tour, 2000
I didn’t include it in my published collection because it is a “fan” poem, but am happy to share it here. I highly recommend listening to some of Ms. Brightman’s music, I love the ethereal quality of her voice coupled with haunting melodies. Visit her website and explore her music at: 
Next post I will share a book review — have a wonderful day.

Awakening of Spring

Today it feels apt to share a poem that speaks to the season which has sprung around us. Though it is quite a chilly, crisp day by southern Louisiana standards here — it is sunny outside my window, and I see blooms on the bushes and hear birds chirping. So, the awakening of spring has begun…

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I see in her a pink sparkle haze
floating among the trees
her jellied wings
flexing in and out
as if in water
I reach to touch a wing
my fingers stretched outward
into the sweetened air
hovering ’round her
she hangs as if suspended, unmoving
her wings opening wide
to reveal diamonds
they fall into my hand
like gold from a leprechaun
raining beautiful trinkets
and little pink sparkles
from her wings
as she delicately
flies away..

Copyright Stacie Eirich March 21 2016

Now, go out and enjoy the beautiful, awakening spring — and I’ll see you here again soon. I’ve added a link to my Goodreads, where you can see what I’ve read and book reviews. Here’s what I’m currently reading:

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