Hurling the Moon


It’s too soon to tell if
she should cast a small
spell instead of this big
golden ball that only ever

The sky’s gone
all art, deco
-rated in crimson
and tangerine, fading
now to indigo and waiting
for a punctuation mark.

She’s holding the last
spark of something full,
aiming for just the right
spot, but suddenly caught
in its mirrored light,

she decides perhaps not
to give it


Photo at prompt from over at Quickly in September, day 9.



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6 Responses to Hurling the Moon

  1. Sara v says:

    Love the story in the poem, and that deco-enjamb–Wonderful!!

  2. b_young says:

    Neat. I really like the ball/only/ever/borrows sequence of sound. and the deco-rated pun.

  3. I, too, love the sound of this one! Perhaps she should cast a spell!

  4. Shawna says:

    LOVE the second stanza!

  5. julespaige says:

    Ah, the moon dose punctuate the sky when full.
    Sometime’s she looks like a comma 😉

    Cheers, Jules

  6. The light is wisdom. Beautiful in the write hands. You got it!

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