Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, March 30, 2012

Supplicant to the Moon

The milk moon sits in the night sky
like a glowing pearl.
Wolf rises
scents the air for blood
and bays a song of seduction.
guard well your nymphs
flushed pink with spring
and wild as the violets
braided in their hair.
Send music from your lyre in Zephyr's
hands. The beast will be hushed
as raindrops fall on his dreaming eyes.
Come dawn
the scent of musk and

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Poem Sketching
(my word group was violets, petrichor, nymph, flush, milk moon)


Kerry O'Connor said...

I always love to be transported by mythology, and the union between man and nature. Lovely work.

nene said...

Great fantasia. Especially, with the scent of petrichor (my favorite morning waft)

darev2005 said...


Were I a wolf, the maidens need not fear.

For their lives, anyway.

Ella said...

I love the milk moon and pearl imagery. Then you give us a mythical view~ so pretty n' filled with wonder~

Wolfsrosebud said...

love the opening lines... so visual

Susie Clevenger said...

What a beautiful poem...the milk moon a glowing pearl, nymphs flushed pink with spring...