Moon Rose
A moonbeam there, beyond my sash
alights upon the rose.
It shows in angled, shadowed light
the bloom in sweet repose.
Red, now black as the deepest night,
sleeps ethereal this night.
Amid stark thorns, this velvet womb,
lends mystique to the sight.
The midnight air does draw a breath,
to sip a sweet perfume.
A cloud slides cross a moons pale face,
lends stars to bless the bloom.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
