Last Night As I Walked

Last night as I walked up the hill to you
I saw a tiny crescent moon above,
Barely risen in the purpling sky,
Meager and lean, like a chewed-off thumbnail,
Embarrassing in its stark impotence,
A tittering little burp of a moon.
Feigning indifference toward this obvious sign,
I averted my eyes and kept walking.

Poetry by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2021-06-13 at 17:44

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I love how you use the moon in a very different way. We often think of the moon as a sign for things and I think this is a very unique take on it. I really enjoyed this read. I'm intrigued to think of what happened at the top of the hill.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like how you infer the inferiority of the moon is a portent for what your protagonist was heading for. Nicely constructed.

Michael R. Burch
You have very nice imagery here, and a unique take on the moon, which is not always that impressive, really.

Applause from this address. Vivid and fresh, the phrasings both unpredictable and exceedingly apt.

Members of Coo & Co enjoyed this very much, Lady Courtaire :>)