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A scythe;
Beautifully polished,
Lovingly sharpened,
Delicately lethal crystal blade,
It hangs - ornamental - over a velvet tapestry of stars.
Distant,
Pale and waning,
That seemingly innocent iceberg.
She smiles as she quietly nurtures
The power to move an ocean.
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Author notes
Sometimes I feel I'm the only one who sees Her.
A contest entry
- the crescent of maternal moon by Pamela A Lamppa.
1050 points, ended December 1, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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And move an ocean she does.
This is soft and elegant, observant and innocent. A tender write for this prompt. Thank you for your entry. ~Pamela
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very nice - I like the innocent iceberg moon especially.
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this is really very pretty, i am not sure if you are talking about the angel of death or a goddess in this, honestly, i'm trying to figure it out, whichever it is i think i saw a glimpse, best of luck in the contest
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Well I wrote this pertaining to the symbolism of the Moon to The Goddess, but - like all my work - is open to interpretation as you may. Glad you liked
*~Huntress~*
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