O Long Night

George Wooliscroft and   Louis John Rhead Rhead Englishborn American  Lancelot, whom the Lady of the Lake stole from his mother as the story runs  1898


This continues my own personal “O” Antiphons:

O long night

full cold moon,

draw me like the sea,

draw me like Magritte paints you

peering through the wrought iron tree.

O Duende,

when I sing with you, no one can qualm,

no one can calm,

no one can come dancing to the dark sound

without feeling your pull on their tides.

December full cold moon  Dec 17

 full moon over water from Kim Cusick Frisone