It Always Rises Back, After The Fall

thunder moon

I am telling you
I’ve seen it all
with my own eyes.
Again and again
the full moon
reduces and shrinks,
fades and vanishes
to become a new moon
dark and lustre-less.

But miraculous for it
to grow back its antlers
bit by bit, inch by inch.
Regain its full bloom
shine proud, like never before

Does it even care
it’s soon to have
another fading session,
another dark round of
obscurity and oblivion?
Because it learnt early on
how to return, for a new harvest
how to shine again…after the fall.

© 2016-17 Alka Girdhar

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Today, it’s the full moon day, called Thunder Moon or Full Buck moon.

“...a buck’s antlers are in full growth mode. Known as the Thunder Moon because thunderstorms are so frequent during this month…” (I suppose, in the US, and not elsewhere)

This poem, being my comeback post, is not my best attempt. But I hope, like full moon, I too will be able to come back from time to time 🙂

Blue Moon Love

I think about you
Only once in a blue moon.
But the moon is never blue
Or is it forever blue?

Melting moon changes phases
This fickle trickster teases.
My love in not like a blue moon
For it’s forever true, forever blue.

All Rights Reserved ©2015 Alka Girdhar


Today is a Blue Moon day (31st July, 2015).  The one that is in the common saying “Once in a blue moon”
A moon that actually looks blue is a very rare sight. Full moon appears blue only when the atmosphere is filled with dust or smoke particles of a certain size;  say after a storm or a volcanic eruption.
Which means, in reality, there is nothing like blue moon. The moon is never blue. It only appears to be so because of smoke and all.
Which also means if this concept of ‘blue moon’ is more of our imagination, then it is up to us to assume moon is always blue. True love is like that. Always the same.


The blue picture was borrowed from a free picture site, hence my poem is more appropriate for Jennifer’s color your world challenge – Midnight blue