Moon Dance (poem) by Ronald W. Hull on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 6, 2013

Interesting chant with an seeming pagan aura but skillfully written.

Reviewed on July 3, 2013

I'm enjoying this Ron. The moon is connected to us in thousands of ways we probably could not comprehend entirely. We even name a psychological condition after. Lunacy is taken a little too lightly though and many a joke has been cracked about the Loony bin. Womens bodies are closely connected to the moon. A really good rhyme pattern here also. Makes it very readable. The only thing that threw it off a little for me was the last line. It seemed, incongruous, which may or may not be your aim. Bob

Reviewed by Keith Rowley

Reviewed on April 30, 2013

I like it - I like the subject and I read it twice. The second time was better, as I had to make sense of the cadence in places - the rhythmic pattern, which seems to stutter in places. For instance, I struggled with
"The tides tugged at our senses,
and threw us into a swoon"

When I recite or read this without the 'a' before swoon, it sounds smoother. Or am I wrong? We all miss things!

Best regards to you,
Keith

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 30, 2013

I guess a full moon will do that, Ron. This is quite the dance. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Lark Pogue

Reviewed on April 30, 2013

Beautifully written and with a sad ending, as life and relationships often are.
L

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on April 29, 2013

~Ron~
Full moon's essence of the dance. Enjoyed!!

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Claire Glowen

Reviewed on April 29, 2013

Great play of words! Fantastic poem!

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on April 29, 2013

Delightful dance indeed! Love the lyrical lilt to this one, Ronald! Well penned...

Anna

Reviewed by Teresa Walker

Reviewed on April 29, 2013

Enjoyed the play on words,brought a Monday morning smiling reading this!

Hugs my friend...
Teresa

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 29, 2013

I love howlin at the moon with my dogs, but I'm an old Wolfman at heart.

Reviewed by Isabella Koldras

Reviewed on April 28, 2013

Exquisite poem!
And the dance.....symbol of life
enjoyed to the full....
Thank you for sharing it. Ron.
So, we...too...can fly over the moon.

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on April 28, 2013

Well Ron, the full moon sure
brought out the best of You!

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on April 28, 2013

I see and hear a rather ritualistic happening. Not only the hyenas and the banshees but the hags bringing in their pot to mek the potions.........A full moon for sure!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

Reviewed on April 28, 2013

Rhymes well

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

Goodness, Ron, I kinda feel like one of the old hags! Nevertheless, delightful and aptly named! She's gorgeous, even tonight, a bit waned.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

i agree with Myrna and Dan
budd

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

I echo Dan's comment... totally... very clever wording in this piece...Myrna

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

Its nothing new-ie,
For you to be loon-ie,
I've known it all along since earlier than noon-ie,
Its probably cause you live in the Texas boon-ies...;-) e

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

Clever images...nicely written from start to finish.
Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

But what happened to the old loon?
Was he hiding in the sand dune? ;-)
Nicely done, my friend!

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

fun play on words.

Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

Excellence in this write. Nicely done Ron

Reviewed by Joel Sattler

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

Superb.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on April 27, 2013

I can see the old hags, they have been programmed in my thoughts by that so-called poet by the name of Bill. You poem is excellent and I thoroughly enjoyed it.