The stirring movements
of a prima donnas righteous
indignation amidst fertile skies
invoked a glowing moon
to crescent poise, in the
aftermath of sheer enchantment
filling the floating mass
of prominence with outrage,
that provoked lunar dementia
as a graceful goddess display
of unrelenting disgust danced
in a silhouette of wonderment
causing the heavens to pause,
as the celestial bodies gathered
in inquest to Zilpah's passioned plea
A contest entry
- A Jealous Moon by CarolDesjarlais.
1750 points, ended November 10, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nice
"in the
aftermath of sheer enchantment" thats beautiful. made me smile. i liked it! -
She who sees our nights and is aware of our nightly pleas..I have no doubt but that they hear us. Nicely penned, evocative, to say the least!
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this is beautifully written i enjoyed it from beginning to end!
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