“Summer Rain”
A Sorta Poem by Christine Wichman c. July 22, 2013
Moon Daisy was a Summer fey
Who flew by night and slept by day.
In mid July, she loved to play…
The strings of harps
While eating codfish tarts
and humming what she had to say.
In a moonlit midnight tree
all was pleasant as pleasant could be…
Until a drip of a drop
landed… plop!
Right on top of her knee.
“Oh woe, oh woe, woe is me.”
She cried in sighs…
“Oh why, oh why, am I a Moon child?”
Fluorescent tipped waves on incoming tides.
“Now I bare the brunt of her flow
from sky to leaf, for earth to grow
this summer blunder of water must fall
but I don’t like it, Mother…
I don’t like it, at all.”
“Raindrops keep falling on my head,
knocking me clean out of bed.
Can you hear me Mother?
Did you hear what I’ve said?”
“I’m as wet as a carp,
there’s mud in my harp,
and my tiny shoes are squeaking.”
Her drone went on, until it nearly
turned to bleating…
“Oh child of mine.” Came a cloudy whisper,
“I see you there, and I insist you assist
your sister.”
“Which sister?” mumbled the moaning fey.
“I have so many, is it Moon Dust?”
“No,” Continued the whisper…”You must..”
“Moon Dew?” She interrupted
“It is Moon Drop, up from the bay, go on
and help her rain.”
With a stamp of her foot, and a huffety puff
Moon Daisy got up off her tuffet of fluff
and marched out into the storm.
“Oh blast and curse, this couldn’t be worse
My dress is a mess, and my curls have unfurled…”
“Go on,” shouted the Orb in the cloud.
“Yes yes…” she hissed as she flew
trying her best to imbue
little droplets of balmy bliss,
all for her Mommy, the Moon and
that drippity drip of a little sis.
“Oh Thank you Moon Daisy”
Smiled Moon Drop
“Mother always said you were lazy
but I can see that you’re not.”
Her sister’s sweet nature melted
her brooding mood
and changed her tune entirely
In fact, she too, became quite smiley.
“Dear Sister Moon Drop,
we make quite a good team
You make it wet and I make steam,
that wave of warmth that hangs in the air
while twists of mist play with their hair.”
“Did someone say Mist?” called Moon Dew.
“Please allow me, Sisters, to add some too.”
Soon a swirl of dew, drops and heat
swept across the night like a sheet.
“I think it needs one more thing.”
Called Mother, from inside her ring.
“Oh Moon Dust, come out from behind that bush,
and lend us your mystical magical stuff…”
Like a dream she emerged
sparkling and shining,
an iridescent young bird
without sound or word.
She hazed the sky with lightning
but not the kind that was frightening
just quiet and violet
like the Northern lights.
And with a hush
Moon Daisy sighed,
“My my, this tempest has gone
from pesty and annoying
to something I’m rather enjoying.”
THE END
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