Moon Bloomed
After noon, bloomed the moon,
Like my grandma' s curved comb;
I listened to lullabies, and stories,
Amidst stars - not alone.
Came a prince with a princess,
Mounting a horse with a sword
And bloomed the moon after noon,
Like my grandma's silver spoon.
I saw the prince with the princess
Again, they came - along the road,
With the moon after noon,
Like my grandma's round moon.
Came the prince and the princess,
With the sword, without the horse;
Oh, where' s the moon after noon?
It had gone... stars felt alone.
*Honorable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Oct.18, 2020)
Sept. 11, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(28) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
*A 3rd Place*in the following contest (judged on Sept. 16, 2020)
Sept. 11, 2020
All In A Day Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula
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