How could I draw the curtain!
It was early evening
A generous blue the sky.
And there, for us,
A slither of moon.
A slither of moon in the west.
Perhaps, visible most of the day.
How could I draw a curtain on this!
I stood a while in respect
Of a moon slither.
Autumn in the clear, clear sky.
Benita H. Kape (c) 17.4.2021
And now I’m caught up again. And it is autumn in the Southern Hemisphere.
“And now, our (optional) prompt. I’ve seen some fairly funny twitter conversations lately among poets who are coming to terms with the fact that they keep writing poems about the moon. For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.”