A re-release of a poetry collection first published in 2012 by The Moon Publishing and Printing, Perigee Moon is a paean to the beauty and magic of nature, a sequence of poems that center around the night sky, the goddess Diana, and the poet’s internal journey towards elevated understanding. Elegant, lyrical, passionate, and energetic, these poems dance with spirited optimism and devotion as they chronicle the poet’s exploration of her spirituality and the divinity of nature.
A review from Pushcart Prize-nominated author Allister Nelson: «Clarabelle Miray Fields is a speculative poet with revelatory mastery over the written word. Informed by her background in classical humanities, she follows the trail of a goddess in Perigee Moon, plumbing the depths of the night sky and spirituality in lyrical poems that keep readers engaged with heart-rending, tender realizations.
Sample Poems
Seeking
a ripe moon hangs
between olive branches
against marbled sky,
Night-Opal veiled in stardust
she turns her face,
half-crooked,
half-wry
she is beckoning tonight,
singing, riding—
“Come!”
I want to follow,
but earth-worries bind me—
“Come!”
I’m crying out, an appeal—
“Come!”
she is slipping away,
ribbons of china skin
tickling the sky’s belly:
bare-skinned she is dancing
over clover-heads, tender
feet brushing timid souls
laughing,
like a drunken
girl
goddess, is this you?
smiling, she scoops up a handful of fireflies,
breathes them into newborn stars
that flee through olive trees
wind hot underneath me
wait for me
please
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Cauldron Dance
round the fire
round the flame
round the circle
bound and named
gather we to the lead the way
singing of the twin of day
Diana, hear our voices soaring for you
over mountains and into damp secret valleys
where you and Endymion are dancing with
sleepy eyes half open, moondust hot
on anxious hands, slender fingers trembling
as comets shower overhead raining over you
in diamond oblivion
Ignore him, the mere mortal boy!
We are waiting for you alone
and eager in moonsilk water—
Dance!
Stars burst above
like tree leaves below.
Dance!
Wild wind sings
and birds fly high.
Dance!
round the fire
round the flame
round the circle
bound and named
gather we to sing of you…
gather we to sing of you…
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