Your waxen mask
of magnolia petals
perfumes nocturnal hours
with aqua light
as the landscape
softens at your touch ~
You keep aloof
the implacable secrets
of your alchemy
but it stirs the sleepers
in their beds
who grieve anew
the paradox of spring ~
And dawn does not dissolve
the stinging poison
tail-end of the dream.
Written in 55 moonlit words using the Skylover Wordlist ~ May
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Lovely to see a 55 today from you, Kerry. The moon is always a subject for the alchemy of words, and here she takes a beguiling and also somewhat treacherous form as fickle moons are prone to do. I especially love 'the paradox of spring' and all it implies as you give us some lunar whiplash at the end. I also wrote today but blithered out quite a few more words than 55 for the words from list, so skillfully interwoven here.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joy. Sorry to miss so many 55 word opportunities but I was feeling it today. I am glad you enjoyed it, and thank you for writing to my list this month.
DeleteBeautiful. The moon is especially lovely at this moment, enough to inspire many poems, I suspect.
ReplyDeleteThe moon at my window can always stir me from my bed. Is this the flower moon? May? A may with few flowers, as of yet.
ReplyDelete"You keep aloof the implacable secrets of your alchemy but it stirs the sleepers in their beds who grieve anew the paradox of spring,".. there is such undeniable truth in these lines, Kerry! Stunning write 💘💘
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