Handsel Poems | Examples

Moonlit Thoughts

Last night, the "wolf moon's" crepuscular aura glowed.

A luminous peach orb, it hung in its abode 
so spectacularly, that I silently slowed
my weekend walk through the willowwacks, while words flowed,
as molten lava from volcanoes would explode.
Its afterimage was like a handsel bestowed,
bewitching in a pulchritudinous yellowed
radiation that etiolated, 'twas stowed 
in the recesses of my mind, an episode,
a pageant suspended in mythopoeic mode,
that called out in its classical clarion code -

thoughts emanating from moonlight, my path had showed.


01/14/17