‘A Moon Poem’ by Evan Mantyk The Society September 7, 2014 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments For the Mid-Autumn, or Moon, Festival My Ford Explorer would ascend no higher: Stuck half-way up that driveway’s first steep hill. ‘Twas a December night so cold and dire, The truck, that old machine, had lost its will. Not I, I sprang right up and looked about, Fit spikes upon my boots to aid my climb Along the path where rain had frozen stout. My spikes, a nice thought, broke off in no time. It wasn’t all bad, the moon lit up my way; It left just enough purple bluish softness So that I knew that I would never stray, Though I couldn’t see my feet in the darkness. With baby steps, my freezing fate unsure, I had to laugh: what moonlit adventure! Evan Mantyk is an English teacher living in New York. Featured Image: “View of Dresden at Full Moon” by Johan Christian Dahl (1788 – 1857). NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Gloria September 7, 2014 We’re getting ready to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival! Try mooncakes— they’re the best. 🙂 Reply Drew U. A. Eclibse September 20, 2014 The Moon “…the moon lights up my way…” —Evan Mantyk I saw the lovely, moon arising, lovely, full and warm, surrounded by a white corona, circling its form. Its beauty was spectacular, its craters and its light. Aloof, afar, alone it shone in shadows of the night. I longed to know that man, that smiling man up in the moon, whose cheeks were brutal, bruised, his head hard as a stone. I longed to stand upon his face, like Neil Armstrong did, if only for a moment’s trice, as happy as a kid. But such will never be, and so, I’ll spend my life on Earth, and gaze in awe up at his smile, remembering my dearth. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.