even in daylight hours
he, prowling the horizon, scans for eyes
seeking the blessings of other stars
oh, crude one
you are not a star
just a big ball of dust and dreams
how many fairy tales have called you hero?
you chubby puff of solar scrapings
if not for poets and their lovesick pens
how would you even enter a lexicon worth any meaning?
but I shouldn't be the one to berate
for you have given me lines to set hearts to swoon
oh you silly, jealous moon!
Author notes
prompt: Jealous Moon.
A contest entry
- A Jealous Moon by CarolDesjarlais.
1750 points, ended November 10, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh nice twist to this. I like it...
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Ha this is just wonderful! The reality and the fantasy! I really love how you have woven these words. Don't we all put that moon 'pon a pedestal
Love this poem! Best wishes with this
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I like it!!! Very creative and fitting! I like the style a lot! Best of luck with contest!
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Indeed, if it were not for poet's pens tracing its pale outline, would the rest of humanity even notice its waxing and waning above their heads? I liked the line about the fairy tale heroes, too. Very apropos. Good luck in Carol's contest, Poet 
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