Mist shrouds the bank,
highlit under the moon's watch-
her silver rays caress the haze;
spires of rock peep about
under her silky sheets.
Author notes
This was a poem inspired by a picture of a fog bank at night over the edge of a shore and the water. I hope you enjoy!
A contest entry
- 5 lines and a picture ~ winner takes all ~ the trilogy ends by Grey Mouser.
1000 points, ended April 28, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Just say what you feel needs telling...or have one of those random whims to comment on something.
Comments
-
Upon the oceans bed, her sheets lie in silky shapes around the pillows of rock that thrust upward to be lit in the sliver rays. Thank you for entering into the contest. Be well and be blessed,
Mouser
Adding your comment:
