Where the sea and night sky are stitched together
all is still as a millpond, all is calm
and the moon is reflected perfectly
an uninterrupted disc.
Suspended above and below,
you can hardly tell which is real
and which is facsimile.
But here, at the shoreline
white horses hiss against the shingle
flotsam and jetsam are flung at my feet
as my toes grip to find purchase in the shifting sand.
In my pensive mood, I think of us, of you, of me
and how to onlookers, we appeared so at one.
If only they had looked closer,
if only we had taken the time,
we would have seen the breakers
and the Sea of Tranquility
might have been saved.
This evening, I have been inspired by Bjorn’s beautiful poem and found a new poetry prompt over at Poetic Bloomings to write a poem centred on the moon. I hope you enjoy it.
any other name!”
She looks sweetly at
him, the centre of her
world, or so he thinks, oblivious
to her machinations. Machiavelli would have paled
in her shadow. She allows him a kiss,
pressing his finger to the rose’s thorn. The pain
sears his finger, but doesn’t reach his heart. Not yet.
I feel like I’m flitting from one prompt to another at the moment, a little like a butterfly. Maybe I’ll settle for a particular selection, maybe I won’t. It’s not a bad thing to investigate what’s out there, is it?
Anyway, this is another prompt I settled up, courtesy of Michael. His poem ‘The Black Rose’ is full of beautiful memories, but he has the black rose to link him to his past, so it’s not a mournful poem by any stretch of the imagination.
I took a different turn to the prompt, which you can find at A Dash of Sunny, and is focused on roses this month. It’s not that I’m not romantic, but it’s not my natural writing bent, if you will. So… love can be what we want to see it as, rather than what it is. Such is human nature. I hope my male lover learns the truth before the pain of discovery becomes unbearable! And in case you were wondering, the poetry form is an Etheree.
Why not pop on over to A Dash of Sunny, take part in the prompt, or just read the other entries?
My thoughts are wound on a spool
knotted, Gordian-style so that nobody
– especially you –
can steal them.
I don’t think you have the capability
– the facility –
to do so,
but you never know
you never know.
You are so effusive,
your constant noise
drives me insane.
You upset me,
you deafen and blind me,
you make me drowsy
just with the effort to maintain
Your thoughts are dull
but your tongue is supple.
Your words are a miasma
I gurgle and choke
but you don’t even notice.
Another prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – use at least ten out of the twelve words in the Wordle prompt above!
Goodness only knows where this poem came from, but hey, that’s part of the fun!
Do take part, read other prompts, but most of all, enjoy!