
Spark-lit dancers under crescent moon
On a hilly heather discotheque
The nighttime gathers the darkened gloom
In the ninth house, strong intuition
Vibrates in sync and to earth attune
A circle storm, a drummers dreaming
Through the night and to the wilds commune
Seen from afar on this pale blue speck
Mother Earth awaits the day’s costume
A 9-syllable Magic 9 shared with dVerse OLN #372 , Poets and Storytellers United – moon and Word of the Day Challenge – costume
The following is a letter from December 28th, 2023, delivered today from the past
Dear FutureMe,
You turn 57 today. This is it, the downhill straight hurtling towards the finish line. Finish with a flurry, why not?
Right now I’m sitting in House, this very familiar spot, looking out into the messy garden here. My body aches from chest and arm exercises but it feels good. Slowly making this machine the way it was supposed to be. A little late….but never too late.
It’s the 28th of December, the kids all had sports day yesterday and it was a blast. So much fun for everyone. Today is a combined Christmas/New Year party day and sure to be fun too. I’ll go back to school soon and stick around for a while before heading home for a five-day break. We talked about going to Chiang Mai which I’d really like to do but being short of cash means we’ll just be at home, spending New Year’s Eve at Mum and Dad’s.
I wonder what life will bring between now and when receiving this letter. I don’t have any definite plans but Amy is planning to go to Turkey and Europe sometime this year and maybe even a quick trip back to Australia.
I’d like to get back to other parts of South East Asia again to meet friends but also need some other motive, like a band tour to tag along with. I also only have April to take a break like that without getting penalised payment at work. Let’s see.
School has been great this year and the connection I feel with my students grows exponentially as I’m introduced to a new batch each year. I really hope I can stay here in this fulfilling role for a good while.
Do something nice for Amy today. And every day.
Let’s go!

I love the magical/mystical focus in this.
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Thanks! There’s something quite magical about the picture I think.
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Indeed yes.
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Really taken with the final line.
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Glad you liked it. Thanks for checking it out 🙏
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Awaiting the day’s costume is a lovely way to express the magic of our existence here on Earth.
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Thank you – glad that you enjoyed it. 🙏
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Love the idea of a discotheque and the day’s costumes. Love the closing lines too.
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Thanks Colleen 🙏
Some AI feedback was trying to convince to change the word discotheque as it didn’t quite match the theme but I liked it! Admittedly the AI didn’t know about the picture and it was that that inspired the first two lines.
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Love the thought and this nocturnal dance…
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Every 24 hours!
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This is wonderful!
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Thanks Martha 🙏
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Shaun, I’m glad you chose to write to this magical image, and you did it justice. My skin is tingling after reading it. I enjoy your choice of rhyming words also, which gives it a nice drumbeat.
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Thanks Lisa 🙏 This was also my first attempt at a Magic 9. I’m experimenting with more forms as a source of inspiration too.
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You’re welcome and there are a million forms to inspire. Ah, didn’t realize it was a Magic 9, the form worked well for the content.
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Really like all the pretty folk magic sentiments in your poem, Shaun.
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Thanks Sunra 🙏 I’m not very much into those kind of things (folk magic) but do appreciate the feeling that can be summoned in certain places and situations.
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Love it Shaun, and poems like this make me want to use end of line rhyming more often…
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Thanks 🙏 I’m a rhymer most of the time, so consider myself more of a lyricist than a poet but also want to stretch myself too.
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That image certainly conjures up mystical, magical words. Your poem, in other words, does the image proud. A good team.
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Thanks so much Yvonne 🙏
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You paint a wonderful picture of the joy that the moon brings. I love your closing line too.
Anna :o]
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Thanks Anna 🙏 Glad you enjoyed.😁
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OH MY! I can simply tell you that I want to dance now, boldly with wildness, abandon. I want my costume to blow everyone away. I am so happy you wrote this great poem.
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Wow! Thanks Helen 🙏 I’m happy that you found it so inspiring.
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Spark-lit dancers under crescent moon
On a hilly heather discotheque
The nighttime gathers the darkened gloom
Wonderful sounding words…what a great start with the aliteration plus. Really good verse, nice atmoshere.
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Thanks so much 🙏
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I like “A hilly heather discotheque” despite the image of people hauling a phonograph and stack of records up the hill.
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Well, now you mention it, it reminds me of the free festival scene of the 70s and 80s in the UK where freaks and travellers did just that. Thanks Priscilla! 🙏
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fun! The image and I’d like such a discotheque!
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I’m glad you enjoyed this one. 🙏
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