Once In a Writers Guild 3rd Sunday Write

Excuses first: it has been a busy time, what with 1st Sunday Prose, the Arts Fair, and all.  But still I should check by the Bloomington Writers Guild’s Third Sunday Write (see August 2, et al.) Facebook page more often.  Though (second excuse) only one person got to it before me this month.

Or, technically last month, since moderator Shana Ritter had the prompts up August 24, and here it is Friday the Thirteenth of September already.  Bad luck all around?

Or . . . this isn’t one of my better contributions either, I think.  But play the game, whether goodly or badly, yes? This/last month’s first offering being the one I selected:

Once in a blue moon

Once in a blue moon —
yes it did happen! —
the moon became actually blue,
or perhaps more akin to
a bright cerulean.
Its resident, known as
“The Man in the Moon,”
had been feeling himself especially blue
(that is blue, like the feeling,
in music, “The Blues,”
a deeply set sadness),
in this case sorely lacking
a Woman in the Moon,
the Man being all by himself in his heavenly home
and, thus, lonely enough to cause sadness —
and more than just once, I’m told!
But this time the Man in the Moon
feeling literal (as he does sometimes)
decided to go public,
taking a paint brush and giving his home
a whole new appearance,
as seen from the Earth, below.
Really, though, it seemed a bit too much also —
even the Man in the Moon realized that —
that personal feelings sometimes should stay secret,
and fortunately what he had used
had been water paint which is why,
come the next celestial rainstorm
the whole mess got washed down.
And thus this is why (aha, there’s a moral?)
the moon is moon-colored when it’s viewed today,
while Earth’s oceans are blue.