
A Thin Moon Stings
This thin moon hangs in a void with its
inaudible hush. Wanders about on
a breezy cosmic pulley. Rises up clear
and as bright as blackbird’s song.
Thin moon stings the sky, pale and veiled,
sings over our muted voice. Takes our
secrets to the grave. Old moon free of
my worry. On a rope that never breaks.
Night stares down on me. It’s a widow’s
crease. Howling dogs kissing that moon.
written for Miz Quickly’s “The Deuce You Say” (2-line stanza; 10 lines; alternate stanzas with end-stop lines; alternate enjambment) and Twiglet #230 “No Rope” Image is from theΒ NASA image libraryΒ (no restrictions; CC:0). Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter Β Β©Misky 2021
15 responses to “Miz Q’s 8 June and Twiglet #230”
The ropes, the pulleys, the thinnest of moons, and the blackbirds singing in the dead of night. What more could a grateful reader desire?
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Thank you so very much, Ron
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“Wanders about on a breezy cosmic pulley” brilliant
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Thank you!
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You have taken my breath away again. Beautiful, and the line mentioned by Debi excels among its peers.
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Youβve made my paper and pencil very happy.
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πππ
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Your lines string beautifully with these enchantments. Enjoyed following their twists.
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Thanks, and Iβm glad you enjoyed reading it.
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You use enjambment perfectly! π
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Thank you!
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Well done! I like, “clear and bright as a blackbird’s song.”
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Thanks!
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Lovely poem π
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I thought of the theatre with the moon on pullies…
and yet that wonderful moon – how many secrets are stored in that silver orb?
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