It's Still Life

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 the NASA image library (no restrictions; CC:0). Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021