Mother moon watched
above a luscious blue sea
together my love and I soar
head smoothly through shadows
but stop as red sun shows
By Salaam Halila (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
For Mr. Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
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We’re all still circling I think. The oracle is pensive. (K)
Yes, I hadn’t thought of the circling, but you are right.
I caught a photo of a moon-set early on morning – and if I had been quick enough, could have snapped a flock of birds rising from the lake like a jet take-off.
Your photo catches it all – well done.
Well, it’s not my photo. It is my poem. But thanks. 🙂
I surely enjoyed this moving and special poem with a lot of excitement and interest built into it! You are amazing at this, Merril.
Awww. Thanks so much, Robin! 🙂
some gatherings can only be seen under the cover of darkness
Indeed. 🙂
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