I dub thee Goddess Moon,
Patron of the painter’s boon
Mistress of the writer’s swoon
The world could circumnavigate
This trait, you call thy state
But they would only desecrate—
That holy word, this blurred
In bitter flight, bird
I am certain they should call absurd
But here you are, a smile
Resting yet upon the winds of wile
Of your fertile guile
Of my dearest heart’s devotion—
This world is not yet ready for your motion.
My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!