myth moon



she keeps us swoon
-ing with her waning heart,
wondering how she stones
the sky. And even Thor
ain’t got nothin’
on her shine.


In November, we poem. Often, about the moon. 





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2 Responses to myth moon

  1. Lily says:

    Now I want to read a “(blue) meth moon” poem. — Breaking Bad inspired. 🙂

  2. This poem made me smile.

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