When summer’s twilight warmed the Moongate Garden, soft breezes lit twin fires, feldspar and quartz, in rose granite, and my hand trembled as you entered through the gate of half-moons. Water circled, a calm pool, and the soft blush of the lotus laid bare my heart.
Nothing was yet forbidden. The trees shielded us even to their own gaze, their leafy whispers mingling with ours, their shadows lengthening over ours. Darkness, insatiate, spun round the breathless earth.
came the harvest moon
trapped in the water’s cold eye
ever by your tomb
A haibun written for Dverse's Haibun Monday 9/28/20: to the Moon! Click on Mr. Linky for more haibun and join us!
This Jolly Beggar 
Lovely imagery, and the last line of the haiku was surprising.
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So appreciate your reading and commenting, R. W. 😊
I couldn’t resist at the last. Like Poe, I believe nothing makes love so poetically interesting as death.
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Wow, wow! This is so well-written and just beautifully mournful in the details.
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Oh thank you, Lucy! Your comments are mega-appreciated 😀
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I know haibun are supposed to be factual, but I defy anyone to say this one is fantasy. Gorgeous writing!
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Thank you kindly, Jane. It was close to midnight when I finished writing this and the ache in my heart was very real.
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I felt it too.
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Sweet Jane 🙏
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🙂
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I love the secret moonlit garden you have created here!
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Thanks, Ingrid! It’s a real garden near me based on ancient Near East designs.
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Luscious, erotic and evocative! That closing haiku complements the imagistic prose so well! Brava!
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Thank you for your kind comment, Frank 😀
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This is so beautiful ❤️
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Aww thanks, Jude 🤗
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This gives a suitable chill! (K)
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Suits the turning weather, I think. Thanks for reading and commenting, K 🙂
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“came the harvest moon
trapped in the water’s cold eye
ever by your tomb”
Mystically sensuous Haibun Dora!
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Thanks, Rob, … a new foray for me 🙂
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As I read your haibun …. my thoughts drifted to Phantom of the Opera …. and I sank into the feelings.
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Lovely comment, Helen, and feeling most graced by it 🙂
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This felt like a story from the garden of Eden, and indeed that last line of the haiku brought it all down. The ominous sentence “Nothing was yet forbidden” makes it even more so.
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I’m so taken by this comment of yours, Björn, as I’m discovering this allusion through your eyes, and though never consciously in my mind, it was there all along. I like my haibun much more now ;
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Lovely imagery, dark and sensual–and with that sad defiance at the end. There is a seasonal/ Poe feeling, too.
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Thank you, Merril! Gratified too you caught that Poe resonance – He is the season’s literary specter for sure.
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That’s a lovely photo and gorgeous writing, Dora!
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Thank you kindly!
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