It's Still Life

A Skyful of Moon

I approached a man
standing in the street.

He was staring at my house.
No, he said, I’m looking at the moon.

And there shining bronze
and gleaming gold, it leaned
down large over us.

That moment seemed oblivion,
dark and meant to keep.

I remember reading somewhere,
When the night is filled with black,
write across it with brightest ink.

And so I did.

for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Keep”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney