Moonlight
I am under
the shadow of white.
There where night
falls in response
to the turn
of the moon.
There where time
is an old squabble,
a stopped stone, that
moon-hard slope.
I am an apparition.
Faceless. Cold blue
and dim as dusk.
dVerse Quadrille #17 including the word shadow
Oh, Misky. I could just live right here, for an eternity:
“There where time
is an old squabble,
a stopped stone, that
moon-hard slope.”
Stunning.
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Excellent. Eerie and evocative. And enjoyable…
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I love the personification ~ Each line is a gem to read ~
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There is a haunting quality to this–thanks to those last 2 lines! Nice.
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Yes the moon persona is excellent in this, moonlight coming alive.
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Luna would be so proud to read this.. 🙂
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Beautifully eerie and evocative write ❤️❤️
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iF tiMe
Had A color..
s H a d e noW..
what would iT
be.. sUre IS
A Shadow
oF liGht
neVer
Be.. NoW..:)
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a beautiful start, continued beautifully till the end… loved it 🙂
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