Mistress Moon/Poetry/Photography

 

“Hello”,

she whispers,

soft and low.

So meek,

she peeks,

and so

 her glow

doth grow.

 

 

Do you see

that she,

demure,

is pure

energy

and free

to be

 beauty?

 

 

Vixen,

in the shadows hide,

Design

and purpose thus belied;

and shyly

winks,

she blinks

the night into being.

 

 

Emerge,

sweet mistress,

do not distress-

your children wait,

will you satiate

their hunger?

So sharp!

 

Strum the harp,

raise your song,

for we belong

in your embrace-

your silver face,

creates illusion,

confusion,

madness!

 

 

Come out,

come out,

You shining star,

we long to be

wherever you are.

Like walking dead

we feed on dread

and fire,

lusty desire

that consumes the soul.

 

 

Till weary, spent

we crest the dune

to languish ‘neath

a hallowed moon.

”Come, dear ones,

swim with me.

Lose yourself

beneath the sea,

the pain no more,

left on the shore

in wishes and starfishes,

green foam on rolling waves.”

She heals, she saves,

Mistress Moon.

 

Copyright words and image.

CKP 2017