echo me a frozen moon

the giggle-spring journey of her returning
was a shadow-spilled whispercue
curled around a ghostballoon
bubble-grin moon.

she drizzles us still in cloudsparks,
leaves dawn openjarred
to breathe dark-dance breeze;
lull trees to shimmermelt green.

we scar slow, echo
twist of rose, skip
of sky.



The One With All The Words for Quadrille 32 over at dVerse. Come play! 


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9 Responses to echo me a frozen moon

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    we scar slow, echo twist of rose, skip of sky… sigh.. gorgeous!❤️

  2. Waltermarks says:

    I like your ghost balloon bubble-grim moon. I reminds me of the quietness of the specter of the looming full moon. Having snuck quietly upon us without sound and viola there it is. Great picture there

  3. I like the feel of these words, especially in the first stanza.

  4. Love your moon… that’s the best kind ever.

  5. Shawna says:

    This made my head spin!

    Please tell me a “frozen moon” is a drink of some kind.

    This makes me think of girlfriends getting back together, like at a reunion.

  6. Grace says:

    This is a dazzling delight De ~

  7. I adore the title of the poem! Wonderfully written.

  8. rosemawrites says:

    uuuuh. this is celestial!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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