The moon leans low,
whispering silvered
secrets to the stars.
They circle close,
a quiet congress of light,
sifting through
the hush of night.
Thoughts pass
in glints and flickers.
A soft breath
over sleeping hills.
Each star,
a shimmering code.
’til slowly,
darkness begins to pale.
And the meeting dissolves
at the gentle insistence
of dawn.
By Sarah © 2025
Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: conference (59 words*)
*including title
the drifting clouds
berate the moon
for shining too bright;
too full
forgetting that
she’s a prisoner,
trapped
…in the solitude
of Earth’s pull
witnessing the weight
of night alone,
captive in silvered light
a silent plea
suspended in air
glowing softly
with her plight
she rises anew
a crescent… slight
building gibbous
waxing… delight
her fleeting shines
through endless tides
shifting
… waning grace
each step;
a phase
back in time
to some other
moment in space
this changing dance
gilded
… she hides
holding untold stories
to the starlit skies
By Sarah ©2024
Sammi Scribbles:
Weekend Writing Prompt, #394 – berate (90 words)
A full moon is a half truth;
a tale woven by light and shadows.
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent;
each one, just a new perspective.
The moon is always complete;
it’s only a matter of lighting.
By Sarah ©2023
Written for Ronovan Writes, Sijo Wednesday Poetry with the challenge theme of “completion.”
Blackened moon,
mirroring worlds.
Inky skies reflect
shadows and light.
Birds fly away,
seeking sun; fleeing mists.
Chasing possibilities.
~ Searching for clarity. ~
Possibilities chasing
fleeing mists; sun seeking.
Away fly birds.
Light and shadows,
reflect skies. Inky
worlds mirroring,
moon blackened.
By Sarah ©2018
Illuminated
by starlight, diamonds glitter
upon fallen leaves.
This attempt to romance the
moon, thwarted by dawn’s first blush.
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Poetry Challenge, #94 – Moon and Romance; and also, Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo – Image 26
By Sarah 