Lady Moon ~ by Robert Morschel of Harbinger*33

 Lady Moon

                                   ~ by Robert Morschel

Liesel turned to me. “Dad?”

“Uhuh?”

“Why do they say there is a man in the moon?”

We were sitting in our back garden, sipping cocoa and staring up at the incandescent moon above us.

“Well”, I replied, “I suppose it is because if you look carefully you can see two eyes, a mouth, ...”

“I know that, Dad,” she interrupted, sardonic in the way only a female teenager can be, “but why is it a man and not a woman? I mean, those eyes are heavily made up, and if you look carefully to the sides there is even a hint of rouge!”

I chuckled. I suppose she had a point, and said so, which pleased her immensely - she was like her mother in that regard: she liked to be right. 

We sat silently, gazing at our Lady Moon, enjoying each others company, dad possibly more than daughter, but I am not proud: somewhere around the age of thirteen Liesel stopped being my little princess, and turned into this slightly detached woman-daughter of mine, so I was grateful for the moment.

Suddenly she stirred, interrupting my reverie, and got up stretching. “I think I'll go to bed now.”

“Ok, my love,” I replied. “Call me when you're ready for me to tuck you in.”

She looked at me awkwardly. “It's OK, Dad. You keep an eye on Lady Moon for us. You know what she's like.”

I smiled, though my heart wrenched at the same time. “Night, Sweetie. Sleep tight.”

I watched her as she walked off, noticing for the first time a little feminine sway of her hips. How quickly she was growing up. Lady Moon continued to beam benevolently on me, offering some comfort to my bruised emotions. I looked up at her.

“Well, there you are,” I said. “My little girl is turning into a young woman. What have you to say about that?”

She did not answer, but I sensed that she understood.


LADY MOON REPLIES IN THE TALE WHICH FOLLOWS
THE GOOD HYPE ON OUR ROBERT MORSCHEL . . . 

 (c) Robert Morschel, 2009 ~ of Harbinger*33, where . . . when you're very fortunate, you'll read MORE!

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Robert Morschel, known as well to readers well as Mulled Vine is both fine vintage and churning thought. He'll take a train to a reality based place in his world, and put laptop to lap, and out will pop musings and impressions which splash an unfathomable depth to ponder. Oh how this wry-guy will make your inner-grin happen. Oh how this tender man will pluck at your heart strings in his on target views of the humanity he comes to view . . . and share with you. Sir Robert (to me) has writing which can ne'er be suppressed. His ink is his lifeblood ~ and therein', dear gentle reader we receive just reward.


LADY MOON is to be a series, a luminary collective philosophy between planets and thoughts and hearts and minds. Watch for it, as it continues to pluck at higher truths and higher selves out under any night sky. Honoured am I to once again duet with distinction and class which is this author's innate trademark upon writing walls we scrawl.

Aboard the mighty ship Harbinger*33, Robert Morschel is really a pirate. It didn't take that gasping parrot shoved in the oaken sea chest leaving the feathery tail trail that Michael Solender astutely reported, rather than NOT. Peggy found the spare peg leg - a natural deduction. None of this escaped Leon's private eye. The eye patch though didn't turn up for a fortnight at sea. You see, Jodi thought it a slingshot and was having a non-scurvy of a time with her limes, until Harry swiped it back to its natural owner, which inspired Paul to write a bloody tell-tale of the purloining crime, and Jeanette whispered a ladylike thing or two to Jodi while Laurita tittered. (She did, she tittered). Mike found this all very fine fodder for song lyrics and ignored Mongo to become a new Gilligan.

What's that? More? More Mulled Morschel of the meandering vine mind ~ Step softly into  MULLED VINE < right here. Then without fear, peer into what A DIARY OF AN OLD FART has to suggest about our peer.

Topsail thanks to you my trusted friend Robert . . . True inspiration happens all the more when you reach in and splash around across a mere pond, where a grand mind is flowing. A deux avec vous always is so true. Vraiment! Toujours! Honoured we all are that your mulling talents are aboard Harbinger*33, sailing to its publishing journey of manifesting destinies.

~ Introspection and knowing smiles which see; FairWinds, Favourable Seas
~ Absolutely*Kate + readers remembering Mulled voice all the more

Lady Moon Replies . . . by Absolutely*Kate of Harbinger*33

Lady Moon Replies . . . 

  ~ by Absolutely*Kate

"I heard you."

"You heard from there? I spoke that loud, my thoughts?"

"Thoughts carry louder than words or water, my friend, and hearing is sensing and sensing is knowing. There is much you wish to know, eh?"

"Where do I begin?"

"You already have. Your gentle love for a daughter in a new stage of aging precedes you. Incandescent affirms transcendant and that kind of love always is."

"You're a wise celestial one, you are."

"Nah, it's the moonglow. From lowly earth you don't see perceptions in all the right perspectives yet. But there are some of you. Your kind are trying."

"It must have been the moonglow way up in the blue, it must have been the moonglow that led me to you."

"You're not the first handsome hunk of human that tried to ply me with Billie Holiday attunement. Now there's a great earthy lady. Expression with resonation knows no bounds. Boundaries never were all they were cracked up to be. Now take you -- "

"ME?"

"Yes Man of Earth, You. You already resonate and then call it melancholy out under the me."

"I do that?"

"Not all the time. Only when you catch yourself and have this foggy cloud of a notion of being grounded. Terra firma's not all its rooted to be either."

"What is, if I may pry into your sky destiny vision?"

"No pry. Your destiny was to start this conversation."

"You knew?"

"Remember Earth Man, I have time on my side, though your compadres bemoan it as slip, slip, slipping into the future."

"But my daughter -- "

"Lovely Leisel ~ and indeed she is, within true and through ~ is growing into the future which is her present. You'll share in different hues now, but it's all the same colour, your devotion. To each the other, it always is. Take your hot cocoa mug -- "

"My hot cocoa? Her hot cocoa?"

"Precisely. Absolutely. Timeless, ageless, soothing, sharing."

"Ahhhhh"

The sigh spiraled skyward. An answer came in the form of  a beaconed glissando. He felt the inner frisson touch an enlightened chord within, and without words, told her so.

They stayed like that . . . for about an hour under night sky. The "Farewell" he bid though, was far from goodbye.

TO BE CONTINUED UNDER THE RIGHT SKIES

(c) Absolutely*Kate, 2009 ~ of Harbinger*33, where . . . when very fortunate, you'll read MORE!

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Absolutely*Kate, believes in believers and writers who soar all the more. From the confluence of rivers, or thoughts or ideas, or spirit or heart, she lets what's around the next bend, my huckleberry friend, show her . . . her lamp-lit, moonlit or torching way. It's not a shy way and she doesn't suffer fools, which all harbingers well to aide and abet grand authors she has met to reach their reading following all the more, all the more. In the brave new year, there's much to be for the vast masted sailing of Harbinger*33, and its ongoing legendary promotional destiny. Likewise jaunty banners hoisted for worthy authors we all revere along our way. Many that we revere you'll meet here . . . AT THE BIJOU.

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LADY MOON is to be a series, a luminary collective philosophy between planets and thoughts and hearts and minds. Watch for it, as it continues to pluck at higher truths and higher selves out under any night sky. Honoured am I to once again duet with distinction and class which is this author's innate trademark upon writing walls we scrawl.

Aboard the mighty ship Harbinger*33, 

I'm simply, thus strongly honoured ~ there are all of thee.

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