Moon Gazer
A letter to the midnight moon
To:
The Midnight Moon
⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
As I sit in
Contemplation
Framed in Shadow
Under your lampshade sky
⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
My croaking throat opens
The pain of forgetting
Boiling up from the pit of grief
Emerging as a silvery lullaby
⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
A plague of rabid locust
Flock, dry-eyed
A swarming spectre
You sent to block
Out the toiling sun
⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
Your summons rings like a gong
The storm of clashing songs
Every silent note
Flows effortlessly off my
Severed tongue
Scrawled upon my depths
The words every moonchild knows by heart
⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
The tune I’ve always carried
Yet, incessantly consumes me
⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
Your shimmering anthem springs from my
Lungs, fully autonomous
A mirror of my heart in
Ghostly green-fired motion
Threatening to abscond with the
Paper moon I’ve neatly hung
On a line of waxed linen string
⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
A reminder of your expectant gaze
Hiding in the sky, camouflaged with the day
⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚
With all my love and desperation
Your Moonchild and Midnight Maiden
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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I love the line "Paper moon I’ve neatly hung On a line of waxed linen string", wow!!
Beautiful! This poem has an outstanding lyrical flow. The locusts blocking out the “toiling sun” was especially awesome. Glad you landed a vocal accolade with this— it’s well deserved :)
Exquisitely written! Craftswomanship at mastery levels. Woohooo-ing your win! Yay 🎉💫🎉
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
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Firstly. I love your presentation. Is that the garden of Eden in the back there? The sky as a lampshade? Very creative. Ooo I love how you let your guard down to the moon with a croaking throat. I live the knowledge of the locust that you're instilling in this. Very spiritual. Moonchild 👌🏾 Ghostly green fired motion. Damn. Every chance you get you fired up these pretty lines. Very well thought through. Do you have a paper moon in waxed linen string. If you do that's so cool. I freaking love the ending. Moon child and midnight maiden. Damn. It's like you two have become one in matrimony. A very believable and intimate letter to the moon. Outstanding! K.B 🤗❤️
This felt so intense and had a dark tone to it. Loved your take on this challenge!
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A wonderful letter with some excellent metaphors
It's very romantic. Well done K.B. It is very lovely