Moon images

"...the night went clamorous with hounds howling in rondelays, ..."

How many times do you want to write something about the moon that is fresh and new? How many times do you want to take the reader to a place they have not been before or have been but find it hard to articulate? Many, for me-- this person who loved to write a long, long time ago. This is an excerpt from The Orchard Keeper. One of the many favorites in this book.

"Low in the east a red moon was coming up through the clouds, a crooked smile, shard of shellrim pendant from some dark gypsy ear. He raised his horn. His call went among the slopes echoing and reechoing, stilling the nightbirds, rattling the frogs in the creek to silence, and on out over the valley where it faded thin and clear as a bell for one hovering breath before the night went clamorous with hounds howling in rondelays. pained wailings as of phantom dogs dementing their own demise."