04/28/2024
“Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies”
- Van Morrison
A Poem: Moonrise Over the Bayou
He quietly paddled
Along the water
In search of
His next good meal
He knew the legend
Wasn’t friendly
He knew the dangers
Were all too real
He knew it could end
At any moment
The legend viewed him
As a meal, as well
He had to outsmart
the old alligator
Or he could land
In the jaws of hell
Many had tried
Before him
But no other hunter
Had ever been able
To catch the legend
Once and for all
To put the alligator
On their dinner table
So many men
Were lost forever
And never lived
To tell their tale
Leaving their families
To fend for themselves
Their wives forever
Wearing the widow’s veil
He heard a splash
In the warm murky water
He knew the legend
I was on the run
As the gator approached
And open his jaws of hell
The man pulled the trigger
On his trusty shotgun
But the first shot
It didn’t stop the gator
As his rows of gnarly teeth
Bit the pirogue in two
He knew his days
Were almost over
What in the hell
Was he going to do
He did everything
To maintain his composure
Waiting patiently
For the beast to return
He thought of his wife
And his young children
Of his swift demise
How would they ever learn
As the legend
Returned for the finale
The hunter held his breath
And courageously took aim
He fired his last shot
Right between the gator’s eyes
He killed the legend
The hunter felt no shame
For he knew
It could have gone the other way
The alligator
Could have been the winner
But that moment
The hunter calmed his nerves
And took the gator home
To his family for dinner
Tonight, there’s a full moon
Over the bayou
And the hunters are out
Looking for a thrill
Everyone on the bayou knows
Whenever the moon is full
The gators are usually out
Looking for their kill
© 2023 Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Painting by Stanislaw Masłowski
(Polish Realistic Artist, 1853 - 1926)
"Moonrise (Detail)," 1884.
Oil on Canvas, 124 × 220 cm.
Because of this, we’re left to theorize about a potential meaning for ourselves. Luckily, the song is pretty self-explanatory. In the lyrics, Morrison paints a picture of a starry night rife with romance.
The song is seducing in its musicality. The lyrics follow suit, with Morrison coaxing a sense of romance out of his lover.
Dancing under the moon has been a mainstay in ceremonial gatherings both in real life and in lore. Morrison may not have meant to relay any magical connotations, however, the mere mention of the moon gives this song a witchy vibe.
My poem speaks to a metaphorical dance with the ultimate trophy.