Annette Gagliardi Poet Narrative

The Moon

I wanted the moon to fill up the night
like a presence we couldn’t ignore,
to shine bright as day in the dark quiet air
like’s  been told in stories of yore.

I wanted the harvest moon rising
poetically over a hill.
But, I got a sliver of somebody’s nail
in a vast  night-darkened shill.

Alas, tis the day and the tale needs a tell
there’s something to say & I should
though the moonlight last night was not a bit right,
but, I can’t speak a lie if I would.

So, I’ll tell of the dark and the failing moon too;
I’ll focus on darkness instead of the blue,
and woodland spirits will dance a sweet jig
on the single white shaft of dew.

by Annette Gagliardi

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Charlie Smith December 20, 2017 at 12:04 PM Your narratives are just wonderful Annette, me thinks you should add to their length. I could read on... Annette Gagliardi December 21, 2017 at 9:58 AM thank you for reading my work. Go to annettegagliardi.com if you want more. My author blog provides two new ones each month. Some of them land here as well.