Solstice Strawberry Moon was June 21, 9:08 pm & around this time I was eating strawberries with my book club and we were watching and discussing 'Women Talking' (book by Miriam Towes/ film directed by Sarah Polley).
I had not yet discovered Mary Oliver's book of poetry, Twelve Moons, that I've just ordered, as my library has only one reference copy and I want this on the shelf for future moons.
The last stanza of Mary Oliver's poem, Strawberry Moon, is a perfect fit for the discussion on 'Women Talking.'
6.
Now the women are gathering
in smoke-filled rooms,
rough as politicians,
scrappy as club fighters.
And should anyone be surprised
if sometimes, when the white moon rises,
women want to lash out
with a cutting edge?
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