As the Pale Moon Rises

The Dark of December

As the Pale Moon Rises

An autumn night, and the pale moon rises.
My mind goes back as the pale moon rises,

To a man in the autumn of his life,
In autumn days as the pale moon rises.

With talk of work that’s done and left to do.
A day well spent as the pale moon rises.

Having no regrets, taking stock of life
And what’s in store as the pale moon rises.

In quiet moments under the stars,
Stirring embers as the pale moon rises.

Seasons, people, and places fade away.
I miss those talks as the pale moon rises.

There are lessons held in these memories,
If I may ken, when the pale moon rises.

My father retired early due to health issues. As I wrote this ghazal for the dVerse prompt, my thoughts turned to him and time spent with my parents in the Eighties, during weekend visits to their home in the country.
Ghazal ~ five or more couplets, lines the same length, meter not required
~ first couplet same end words; 1 to 3 words in 2nd lines repeated; rhyme – aA bA cA dA eA
~ (optional) internal rhyme in second lines, preceding repeated rhyme
~ possible naming or reference to author in last couplet
~ traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians

31 thoughts on “As the Pale Moon Rises

  1. Your ghazal is a touching tribute to your father, Ken. I think these lines are very ‘fatherly’:
    ‘With talk of work that’s done and left to do.
    A day well spent as the pale moon rises’.
    I love the lines:.
    ‘In quiet moments under the stars,
    Stirring embers as the pale moon rises’
    and the play on your name in the final couplet..

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    • Thank you. After twenty-four years, certain thoughts are still wrenching. It’s thinking about those special moments – nights by a campfire or his efforts to learn about PCs and DOS just to spend time with me – that grab my heart. It takes thoughts of everyday moments for the comfort that time brings to return – just thinking of him driving the car, or simply eating ice cream, or working on his car. Yes, I miss him.

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      • I visited my dad 6 months before he died and he wasn’t sick or anything then! He had diabetes but it was controlled. He was murdered in his own home with his own handgun in 1990. I was shocked. I enjoyed talking to you about our dads. Take care!

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