The Perigee Moon

The fullest, brightest moon. A Sonnet

The day is always lit by solid blaze.
She'd wait for night to show her own pale glow.
Though try she may her fullness just a phase.
Her light soon fades to dark and formless woe.
She also yearned to come near to be seen.
“I’m not a cold and distant lamp,” she cried.
So cautiously she edged in close to preen.
That night in brilliance, she lit up the sky.
But she could not maintain this stunning shine,
And close encounter much, too much, to bear.
Her light began to waver and decline.
She shrunk away then driven to despair.
         Though endless cycle proved she’d wax and wane,
         She feared she’ll never know such joy again.

Reviews

[Elephants & Coyotes]

I love the imagery here and the way you told the moon's story.
It's so lovely and so well done.
I have a special place in my heart for the moon, so I always enjoy reading about others' perspective on it.
I like how you personified the moon and made her such an emotional being - a tale of the moon that seems as if from the moon herself.

Well done!

[J. Hampton]

I like the moon identified as a woman...youve pulled out all her feminine charcteristics ...in a charming way