Worship
An acrostic poem
By Josey PickeringPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Benjamin Voros on Unsplash
She sat by herself under the moonlight,
Intentions leaving her mind but not her mouth,
Lips moving in manifestation
Even though sound did not find escape.
Night surrounded her like a nest,
Creatures quieted their cocophany of noises,
Entranced by her dedicated to the moon.
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Artemis accepts your offering, go with peace child.
Ah, the stillness. Palpable.