Full Moon and Little Crone
I did some playing around with this:trying some of the features on iMovie that I had never used.
The title refers to one of my favourite Ted Hughes poems.
While I was trying to sleep last night, I imagined clearing away thoughts as you clean a window or screen––use some spray and then rub with a cloth. Some thoughts needed extra spray and more rubbing. Some demanded the use of a cotton bud to get them off of tight spaces. Then I realised I was thinking about how I would write about it on the blog. More spray, more rubbing. That thought was persistent. Further I noted a reluctance to use the spray.
It struck me that I was anxious about USING IT ALL UP. Like I'd have to pay for a refill. Like imaginary spray was rationed.
At that point, I gave up.
Yes, I love that poem too. Glad to read it again. And great movie of the moon on the move through clouds. Cool!