Moon goddess whispers a shadow
(say it).
Her language is the smooth smell of never–
she aches music,
and shines light in diamond sprays
when we sleep,
a storm,
a delirious symphony of beauty and blood–
urging,
what if. . .?
I’m off prompt for today, the penultimate NaPoWriMo day for this year. I visited the poetry Oracle instead.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
‘a delirious symphony of beauty and blood’
Love what comes of playing with words in the unexpected.
Thank you. The phrase fits dreams, don’t you think? 🙂
It does, indeed. I like playing with the magnetic poetry, too. I also have spent years creating word tickets (a la PoemCrazy). I have three boxes of words taped to the back of tickets that I go to often.
https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/193828/poemcrazy-by-susan-g-wooldridge/9780609800980/
Clearly, the moon goddess knows that shadows are meant to be whispered.
Clearly. 🙂
Well done – I too like the delirious symphony…..
Thank you, Derrick.
“she aches music”–another vivid message from the Oracle. And haunting art too. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe.