Seasons, senses & self
On the full moon, I’m delighted to present this piece by Portland Jones. (The title is mine.)Moon. Moon shine. Moon of darkness. Bring your soft light. Banish day’s harsh harridan glare. Erode those taunting highlights’ sharp relief. Sinful exposed blemishes are hard to bear. We cower and raise our masks in protection. Cringing, we hide away from too painful honest self-reflection. Yet our souls weep, wanting nurture, redemption and blessed release. Moon, bring your gentle light that does not shame. Let me lift the mask that hides me. Let me see within, feel my heart. Let me see my hidden defects. Let me put them right. Let me make amends. Grant me peace. Bestow closure. Freedom.
– Portland Jones
Seasons, senses & self 47/365:
Nudging you to... write? reflect? walk? notice? flow?
Since this series began, my friend Portland Jones has been writing a short piece each day, and sharing them on Facebook. This was her first, and borrowed its form from my first post. Portland is the co-founder of the Inkwell writing-in-recovery group in north Birmingham, and has written a number of books. She describes herself as a “pagan, writer, optimist and thrower of fancy dress parties”.
The plan
Other posts in the series
Author's intro to the series
Contact the author (Chris Fewings)