Moonshine – dVerse Haibun

The land looks different lit in silver. That’s most-of-all what I remember, the night of almost being stranded on a mountainside. True story: I was a romantic-minded, foolish teenager, determined to see the sunset from the summit of the mountain. Absolutely crazy. My dad couldn’t persuade me to go back. Textbook idiocy. Of course, the path was clear enough in daytime. After sundown, not so much.

It might have been a blue moon, I’m not sure. It sure was cold up there. Cold enough to die of exposure? Definitely. Thankfully, my dad had the sense to call for help. I, embarrassed, told him to be quiet, which is how the mountain rescuer recognised that we were human, not stray sheep. He guided us with his torch over a dim precipice: on one side a footpath, on the other, an abyss.

Why had I wanted to stay up there, risking both our lives? What ghostly voices did I hear – what call, and who had hoped to keep me there? Once safely walking in the valley floor, I returned to my senses, bathed in moonlight; like an engraving of the world I recognised, but reminiscent of that spirit-night:

Once in a blue moon
revelations come shining
embrace silvered light.

Written for dVerse Haibun and also Earthweal’s weekly challenge: A Hallowed Moondance.

46 thoughts on “Moonshine – dVerse Haibun

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  1. I can feel the edge of darkness on this journey you shared with us. How terrifying in the moment, but is it not our curiosity and wonder that finds us at the precipice of risk? I could also feel the relief and tranquility once having left that area. That must have been quite the experience and I’m glad it ended well.

  2. I have hiked at night under the light of a full moon, but the areas in shadow were dangerous; that’s when we’d use the 3-cell flashlights.

  3. Nice. I can appreciate the adolescent adventure seeker. Glad you made it safely and that it created a memory as inspiration for this lovely poem.

  4. I love all the ‘l’ sounds in ‘The land looks different lit in silver’, a forewarning of something to come. I cannot imagine being stranded on a mountainside, Ingrid, so I’m glad it was an ‘almost’. Teenagers don’t see danger until it’s staring them in the face. Thank goodness your dad called for help.

  5. The silver world is so entrancing, but it doesn’t really care if that drives us off our edges. Kudos to the vision and antacid pills for your father.

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