Saturday, September 10, 2011

Three-quarter moon

The three-quarter moon turned away from me tonight,
her full lips set, jaw edged tight,
war-paint eyes turned to the right,
the three-quarter moon cut shadows with light.

The three-quarter moon
took away the stars,
took away the sea,
took away the clouds,
for a two-toned realm of fog
and isles,
above the horizon line,
hills underfoot,
one step
from the sky,
alabaster lit.


  1. nice...wome wonderful imagery in this dianne...and nice personification of the moon too...

  2. I love a good moon poem and this one fits the bill!