16 new ways of looking at the moon

{for she is ever, always, my favorite.}

i. she’s a hush-hush hum
in a clandestine sky, a whisper in
the spiral ears of stars.

ii. she’s the smudge-sketched
thumbprint tintype of some long
-gone goddess.

iii. don’t stop looking for her just
because she’s set; she’s a barefoot gypsy,
and there’s a whole world yet to circle.

iv. she’s a basket case full of bone
buttons, a straight-jacket most madly
madam of an infinite sky.

v. she’s high-up in the CIA. she’d
tell you her rank, but then she’ll
have to kill you.

vi. somebody gave her lemons; she
made lemonade (she’s that sugar-laced
slice placed precariously on the rim.)

vii. she’s a gossamer scrim of see
-through silk between
your fingertips.

viii. she’s your next of kin, your flesh
and blood, your kingdom phylum class
(dismissed), in that order.

ix. she’s the last battle
-scar of an open jar
with a jagged rim.

x. she’s made a covenant with Orion;
every once in awhile she borrows his
belt to nip herself in at center.

xi. beware her darker side.
it howls, and you never know
where you stand,

xii. but you’ll wish you lingered a little
longer, looked a little closer, held her
borrowed light in a deeper pocket.

xiii. she’s a gypsy moth, open
wings still sticky with Icarus
wax.

xiv. she’ll report in on Venus later,
spill you all the tea
(there’s new gossip in this inky sea.)

xv. she’s a
small slow
storm.

xvi. she’s your most
-loved down comforter,
keeping the night warm.

 

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Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 16. This is the one with all the prompts. 

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