Moongone
I plucked the moon out of a blackened sky
To save it from the music of Orion's wrath
The universe, now without its lover
Played its tune among the stars
Adapted from
Moonsong by Deb Guzzi
The moon sat, plunked in a cobalt sky
punctuating the stratus
a wane full note on a blank scale
resonating, pulsating, pregnant in it’s fullness
and the string was plucked.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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