The Lotus
*the lotus*
In the lake
by the old temple
a lotus fell in love.
At a moonlit hour
she looked down
seductively shedding
off her bridal gown,
sees the moon
like a fallen flower
sleeping.
In the temple,
the midnight ritual begins.
people come with their prudence, wine and Shakespeare .
They chant and the water trembles slightly
Causing the moon
to loose sight of her beloved.
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.
