Shadow Sighed

..

Ms. Moon is a dripping wet
willowy girl goblin,
glowed green in her own
wild glare.

P(l)uck her from
the air and whisp
-her low voices to
her wall of mist
lips,

and she’ll come un
-done,

one last brass button
in a bulging
sky.
 

..

 

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4 Responses to Shadow Sighed

  1. Edward Rinaldi says:

    Thank goodness your poems come to my inbox … What a delight it is to read them … This one caught me, particularly with its joyful sense of the importance of play for the writer … Kudos again poet …

  2. Shawna says:

    Heart heart hearty heart. 🙂

    So much love for this.

  3. Had to go back and reread after I read your tags. Oh yeah! It’s cold outside but nice and warm in here.

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