Pale SisterA Poem by David PlantingaThe moon is grim and sly, and keeps Pale secrets from her twin. She hides the darkest of her blushes Behind a slivered grin.
Her greater, fertile, sister earth, Greater in girth, not age, Knows a pallid, pock-marked cheek But not a shaded rage.
A barren spinster, gray from birth, Can scarcely bear to see From callous sister such a show Of broad fecundity. © 2021 David Plantinga |
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Added on May 2, 2021 Last Updated on November 29, 2021 Tags: siblings, envy, earth, moon, sun, quatrain, ballad stanza, rhymed verse AuthorDavid PlantingaPittsburgh, PAAboutFor shorter poems I'm experimenting with ballad and In Memoriam stanzas. more..Writing
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