The Stilled Tiller

April 27
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “…we challenge you to pick a card (any card) from this online guide to the tarot, and then to write a poem inspired either by the card or by the images or ideas that are associated with it.”


The explanation of “The Moon” I worked with for the prompt can be found here.

The Stilled Tiller

Through the last lock, proceed.
Heed neither choppy sea
nor howling wolf; Moon

plots only golden headings.
The tiller will point right
into the cabin, for you to rest.

Night will stand watch.
Snug in your bunk,
it’s safe to dream deep:

Dewy thoughts tumble
with Sun’s last raining rays
through open portholes.

A clear message appears:
The abyss beneath has ceased!
Be still, Dear One. Peace.
by Elizabeth Boquet, April 2018 

This poem is dedicated to my mother, Eve Joanne Hamblett Cassatt, who wrote many poems about the moon. Here’s a short favorite she wrote, “Moon Games.”

 Winter moon comes peeking thru
            my window trying to see
Playing hide & seek behind
            black spruce trees
Pillows are dappled in light
‘til a cloud pulls down the shade –
            Good Night!

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