01 April 2013

The Lonely Moon

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Peeks ashy eyes from behind midnight clouds.
She hopes to see the bustling brightness of nighttime.
She waits for necks to crane up to her cratered countenance,
But she only pulls at the emptiness of the sea.
She turns her sullen, rocky face away
And wonders why the people reject her.
Where have all the people gone?

Don't have much to say about this, because i'm so tired. Came from a prompt from NaPoWriMo.net. Take the first line of a famous poem and do something new. The first line is from Walter de la Mare's Silver. 

1 comment:

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