Crescent Cameos
Long strokes of shadow foretold
the end of this day. I watch
the sullen horizon
for the cold moon to appear,
an ancient face in crescent profile
rising from puddled fallow fields.
My gaze, ablaze on its eternal path
of phased illumination, moonlight
snipping cameo images between
bony twigs of trees, and I wait
for the inevitable – winter’s wind
folding me into deep blankets.
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Written for Trifecta: Prompt #63, 3rd definition of Path
Artwork © Misky February 2012
This was just such a beautiful play with words.. I love this phrase:
“My gaze, ablaze on its eternal path
of phased illumination,”
You’ve really captured that feeling. xx
Thank you so much, Barbara! I’m glad that you enjoyed reading it. xx
What a beautiful poem & I loved the title;-)
Thank you very much! I’m glad that you like it.
Absolutely gorgeous poem, Misky!
Thank you!!
Beautiful language. My favorite is “puddled fallow fields.” It’s fun to read out loud.
I love the picture and the last words,”winter’s wind
folding me into deep blankets.”
Beautiful poem (the phrasing of the middles stanza was my favorite.) Your picture was perfect for this poem.
Such lovely words! (:
You had me at `sullen horizon’, but I kept reading!
Thank you. xx