Thinking of the full moon
Howling a haiku to the moon
If I had blue wings
I'd fly up to the moon man
For tea and crumpets
It’s the full moon tomorrow. It’s the Hunter’s Moon – also called the travel moon and the dying grass moon. I think ‘dying grass moon’ sounds a bit forlorn, so I much prefer the idea of a travel moon.
Speaking of moons, in January 2009 Rob Self-Pierson, set off to walk the British Isles by the light of the full moon. Ten years later, he wrote about it in his book Moonwalking. Part travel writing and part memoir, it’s a witty and vulnerable account of losing the love of your life then trying to find yourself again by walking in weird and wonderful places, and meeting new people, under the full moon.
At the start of the book, Rob shares his Nan’s name for the moon: Phoebe. In Greek mythology, Phoebe was one of the first Titans and the original owner of the site of the Oracle of Delphi and the word itself means ‘shining’ or ‘bright’. Phoebe is also one of the moons of Saturn.
Rob and I are planning to take a moonwalk together in search of Phoebe, so more to follow on how that goes in a future edition of The Writer’s Walk.
In the meantime, you might want to revisit Walking beneath the moon – the edition where I shared an idea for walking beneath the full moon and paired it with a reflective writing exercise.
