Ms. Moon Waning


She’s straining
her golden eye to see
the last good in this night,
the last gold in this fight,
the last gild for her flight.

She’s danced all night
across this star-stung scrim,
whirled at her whim
to ebony’s shadow song.

She’s longing for dark
-ness, midnight cloak.
Oh, the way her broken
-open heart tacks up
the sky.

She wanders by in style,
and scope. Gives the day
a great big




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5 Responses to Ms. Moon Waning

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    Fantastic! I love the way her “broken-open heart tacks up the sky”. Your moon poems are the best!

  2. Shawna says:

    I really like the third stanza … and the title, which makes the moon unmarried.

  3. kim881 says:

    I love the rhyme in this poem, De, and that final stanza is god dust!

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