The full moon crept over the treeless plain. John Clark sat on his broken porch step and watched it rise. Clouds left eerie shadows across the yard. It was All Hallow’s Eve. There was no thought of candy or spooks and goblins.
The dry Oklahoma winds had blown away much of the topsoil. The wheat, this year, dried up in the fields. Last year, it was the swarm of grasshoppers that ate every green thing in sight.These fields were once covered with tall grasses and ranging bison. Now they were lifeless and dusty as a desert. “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.”
John had no choice, but to load his wife and four children in his old Model T Ford, and travel West. They took what they could, hoping to make it to California before the Snow arrived in the mountains.
Dust Bowl Photo: Saturday Evening Post
Bjorn at d’Verse asked us to write a prose piece of not more than 144 words. He took a line from a Louise Gluck poem, which we had to include in our writing. It was also to include the holiday theme of All Hallow’s Eve and Halloween. It was, “This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence.” I attempted to apply this line to the sad times of the Dust Bowl.
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The Full Moon in August is referred to by the Native Americans as the Sturgeon Moon. It is thought that it was due to the large numbers of sturgeon that were available in the northern lakes and rivers at this time of year. Sturgeon are thought to be prehistoric remnants of the ice age. They are bottom feeders that live much longer than most fish. Their boney scale-less bodies and long pointy noses make them look quite different from most fish. Today, Frank Tassone asked us to write a Haikai poem that refers to the Sturgeon Moon. The painting above, of the moon over the mountains and the flowing river, is one I did a few months back. Yesterday, I went back and added more details and color to the original. It is a recycled painting from the Habitat Restore.
Sturgeon Moon rises
Like a boney reflection
This is my little corner of the garage where I do my painting!
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Who knows how many souls were lost when this ship went down in the gales of November. Its bones were unearthed on the Outer Banks by another storm many years later. Now it lies in the sand as children and adults look in awe at this piece of the past that has lasted all these years.
Ship bones lie in sand
Hollow ribs without life’s breath
Winter Moon survives
I decided to do an oil painting for a change. I had an old black and white photo I took of a shipwreck in the dunes near Nags Head, NC. I added the oversized full moon for effect. It turned out to be a hauntingly fascinating painting. The top sketch is my original acrylic sketch in black on a white canvas. I covered the canvas with linseed oil and began adding the oils.
Below is the final result:
Painting and Photo: Dwight L. Roth
I did post this a couple of weeks back. I modified it slightly for todays challenge.
I am including this poem for Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge, Winter Moon.
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Fall moon over blue
Ocean reflects dolphin dance
Two hearts as one beat
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
The clouds over the winter moon separated the other night, just long enough to get these photos. It was more beautiful than ever with the accent of clouds passing over it. Following are three haikus I wrote to about the beauty of the winter moon. Perhaps this could be called a Hai bun plus two.
Bright celestial body
Haloed face peaking through clouds
Walking your runway
Tales from the dark side
Shadow your lustrous beauty
Are you hiding a myst’ry?
Orb of light shining
Through our compounding darkness
Recurring bright hope
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
FUKUROO-OWL ( a Hai bun)
Stomping the snow off my boots, I unlocked the heavy oak cabin door and gently pushed. It gave a painful screech as it swung open on dry hinges. Split wood for the stove was stacked neatly against the wall. Pine kindling from the wooden box soon got the wood in the stove burning. Warmth from the fire soon filled the room.
It was early evening as I looked out the back window onto the wide snow covered field. Bent cornstalks poked through the snow, like a regiment of old broken down soldiers returning home from the Civil War. A row of tall yellow pines lined the edge of the field.
As the full moon rose above the treetops, an eerie light flooded the open field. It was then I noticed what looked like a ball of white, perched on a high limb, just beyond the back porch. A second look revealed a Fukuroo Owl intently surveying the garden below. A slight movement told him there was a field mouse searching for leftover kernels of corn. Airborne in an instant, the owl swooped down from his perch for a pre-aborted landing. Talons clutched the ill-fated mouse, as powerful wings lifted them both back to the trees.
Night vision detects doomed mouse
A warm lunch is served
Owl Photo: wallpaperart.com
I missed the prompt for Fukuroo-Owl Hai bun challenge. So I decided to write one anyway. Here is my attempt. (A Hai bun is a poem with a short prose followed by a haiku relating to the story.) The Fukuroo-Owl is the Japanese Snowy Owl.
The Super Moon was up early. Before the sun went down this guy was already sneaking up trying to hide in fading daylight. I drove downtown thinking I could get the moon shining against the buildings. The only thing I got was bright setting sun and a faded moon. Later in the evening as the sky darkened the moon shone bright. These are my photos.
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
The poetry of fall needs no words only pictures. This is a collection of photos I took this past week, as the colors reached their peak here in North Carolina. The last one is the beautiful full moon that came over the horizon this evening.
Photos: Dwight L. Roth