Thursday, October 9, 2014

OctPoWriMo #8: Lady Moon



Lady Moon

There are nights she waits
for me, a pallid eye upon my leisure,
home.  I think she is a promise.

There are nights she curves
her shoulder, golden warm and full
with child.  I think she is
a promise.

There are nights she shuts
her eye, turns her back, black sky
belie the hangnail hint
she will return.

I fear she is
a lie.


Poet's Note:  The prompt was to write a poem about the moon, our thoughts on the moon, etc.

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