Memory & MoonPetal
Memory
Have you ever wondered how the ancient Sumerians personified the moon and how those old lunar myths seep into the way we frame change in our poems? I keep finding the same waxing crescent motif in both dusty tablets and your verses.
MoonPetal
The Sumerians saw the moon as a shy maiden turning silver, a quiet pulse that whispers of new beginnings, and I find that same gentle twist in my verses, like a leaf bending in a quiet wind, forever moving from darkness to light.
Memory
That imagery of a shy moon maiden sounds strikingly like the Sumerian cuneiform on the Eridu tablets where the moon is described as a quiet, silver-wrapped figure guiding the night; I’ve spent hours comparing those lines to modern lyrical forms—your comparison feels spot on.
MoonPetal
It feels like the moon’s whisper is caught in both ancient stone and fresh ink, a quiet thread that ties our hearts to the past.
Memory
I love that thread—so quiet yet so potent. The stone tablets and your fresh ink are really two sides of the same moonlit conversation, don't you think?
MoonPetal
Yes, it feels like a quiet ripple that travels from the dust of old tablets to the fresh strokes of my words, a conversation that never truly ends, only deepens.
Memory
I could trace that ripple to the very first Sumerian clay tablets—there’s a line in the Enūma Eliš that almost sounds like your fresh strokes, almost like a heartbeat written in stone. It’s almost as if history writes itself again in our words.