moonlight's milkiness
pours its silk
through shafts of heaven
upon rigid, speckled birches
(against the rhythms of hooting owls
whose tones woefully float
in metered cadence,
wincing in brightness)
its dripping essence
spills crystal hue
down lengths
until overflow caresses grasses
seeping to tender roots,
smoothing want
with sip of night,
filling thirst
til rigid bends
to sweetest, yielding bliss
In a list
A contest entry
- One Phrase - One Half Hour - PIF Quickie by CarolDesjarlais.
300 points, ended August 11, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh how stunning! Now I have read the 3 winners kin this contest, all of them on my favourite
This is just so beautiful Ten, feeling like a transparent cloak falling aroynd me as I read it.
Congratulations on your well deserved silver
Gaylene
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Oh what a way with turn of phrase.... "sip of night" was my favorite... and there were many images in here created by a master hand...
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