From the earth's birth throes you rose,
Selene sister of Earth,
spewed into the heavens
to be the guardian and, mistress of the night.
You are constant in your vigil,
bathing your sister with your pallid glow,
never faltering in your faithfulness.
And mere mortals stand in awe
bewitched by she, who is known as Selene.
Author notes
Pic by Max Ash
A contest entry
- It Must be the Moon part III by JinSays.
1000 points, ended August 18, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Marvelous work. The moon has been quite stunning as of late and obviously quite a muse for poets and lyricist alike!
Ovations!
Marianne
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You are constant in your vigil,
bathing your sister with your pallid glow,
never faltering in your faithfulness.
Yes, these lines sing. A lovely love song to the moon, filled with so many emotions. I've always thought of the moon as being a sister too.
Excellent.
Thank you for taking the time to enter, and best wishes to you,
jin
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Short, powerful and mysterious. Enjoyed the alliteration and the line on pallid glow. So well penned.
All the best,
Charishma
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Good for Seline.How we all need her kind of protection.Mere Mortals gaze at her magic power, Ros
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I remember a theory that the moon approximates the mass of the pacific basin and spun off from there in the chaotic times. I feel these ideas in the beginning of the poem. I liked the poem very much until ocerus ruined the last line for me...
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This one doesn't quite work for me, Di. The repetion of Selene at the end gave it something of a talented middle school effort. So, not bad overall, but needs a tiny change in the last line. Anyway, how are you? You never write anymore.
- ocerus
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AH, SO SOOTHING!
Such are the sweet dreams of the moon and it beauty!
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