Mud and Moon

Poem.

A moonflower blooms under

A broken palanquin, as people

Gather among a tiny pond, just

A few feet away, to write poetry

About a young lily, who has begun

To stretch her frail arms.

 

The moonflower, gazes curiously

Towards the huddle of people, who

Praise the lily’s dainty palms, that

Hide the mud beneath her body.

 

A splendid moonflower, watches

The brilliant lily yawn, feigning

Beauty, and yet, he still admires

Her dauntless bash smile.

 

The moonflower, parched, stays

Silent, as he listens to the people,

And their renditions of the lily.

Silent, as he begins to breathe

Slower and slower, until he closes

His eyes, for he has memorized

The lily’s eyes, her mouth, her.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Indra Neil]

Profound and vivid imagery in this wonderful composition! Well done!

[Soma-ko]

Thank you, glad you thought so :)

[WillaDanvers]

This imagery is fantastic! Really love the way your poem flows! Gives me hope that mine might be so well written one day :)

[Soma-ko]

Aw, why thank you! Just keep writing and reading, take what you enjoyed in a piece, mix it with yourself, let it sit, and keep writing. You'll get there! :)