The Moon and Jelly: A Collection

Written by Ari Chadwick-Saund
Artwork: “Mawu of Ewe” by Raeven Smith

The Moon and Jelly

A long time ago on a dusty old shelf
Sat a pot of jelly who talked to herself.
She’d mumble all day, but at night she did stare
Right up at the moon that hung in the night air.
Jelly pined for the moon and began to croon:
“I love you, I love you, be mine, my dear Moon!”
But Moon – pretty Moon - she’s not owned by any,
And must share her gentle light with the many.
So Jelly sat, wanting what could never be:
Love with a lover who’s not tied to the sea.
And Moon shines on, her waxed luster bathing all.
Refusing to wane for someone else’s call.

Priestess of Valerian Dreams

Star pink flowers caught in a downwards draft
Sweep by and tumble off the mountain path.
She treads surely and knows this route by heart.
Whereas you - you barely know where to start.
But follow you must; she leads the way
And you’ll lose her again when night becomes day.
So climb up! Chase the eternal moon’s beams:
Serve the Priestess of Valerian Dreams.