Moondance

Moondance

A Poem by Rhea

"Dance with me," said he, holding out his hand,
"Oh dear but I am weary," said she, her feet in the sand.
"The moon- ah the moon, it shines down so bright,
To light the sea and the shore, black water and grains white.
Oh dance with me darling," he said, his eyes glowing silver-blue.
She smiled, as he twirled her 'round, her tiredness flew.
Barefoot, they went on, their soles bruised and brown,
No music to time their turns, or decorate them with sound.
Till the moon died-and the sun made the land stretch and yawn,
Only blood from the lovers' feet on the sand-the rest of them was gone.

© 2016 Rhea



Author's Note

Rhea
This poured through me quite unexpectedly. The sun was close to rising, my eyes were close to closing, but my soul is of a poet, and can we really stop ourselves?

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Do I see a poem with hindrance to hate? I feel the needs to get lost in desolateness- Not that solitude is lonely. I fear the cat might be out of the bag that this reminds my of my favorite Jazz artist Micheal Bubble who did a cover of the some moon dance, something you night like. All music travels differently through sound to heart.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Vivid story told in a poetic way, rich with imagery that appeals to the senses. In a few places, rhyming felt a bit simplistic, but mostly well done rhymes. I like the way the 7th line leads to the last line, not explaining what happened, but helping the reader suspend disbelief for the fantastical ending. Nice mix of sweet warm feelings, yet dark mysterious undertones.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Rhea

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much. :) x
OH MY GOD girl you're simply getting better with every word. This is just so beautiful, its breathtaking. And honestly, so is your author's note.

Posted 1 Year Ago


vivid poem good job its like i could picture it

Posted 1 Year Ago


Wow, what I liked about this poem was the little unexpected ending. Two caught up in a moment that leads to demise. Interesting approach

Posted 1 Year Ago


A amazing poem dear Poet.
"She smiled, as he twirled her 'round, her tiredness flew.
Barefoot, they went on, their soles bruised and brown,
No music to time their turns, or decorate them with sound. "
I liked the above lines. Took me to better places and happy times. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Rhea
Rhea

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