moonrise over oia
by Anne Tammel

She glows, tangerine behind the blunt
powdered cliffs that line Akrotiri, the

ancient city only half unearthed. Does
anyone know her secret? She sings;

her mystical notes cross all of Oia,
that Greek island north of Crete. Above

white cliffs, sun burns to twilight. Sky
fills with dusk. All turn to watch her rise,

burn red above the Aegean—summon the
night. Tall women dance beneath her. Each

sends forth her ancient symbols—prayers
for the night—for the mystical light

that circles the sky. Selene looks back
to the illumined earth…to find Endymion.


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