Moonlight

I've seen rain-bitten trees in march,
straddled, and made the moonlight there,
sending bodies dreaming out, unseen,
as something evil, or something fair.

Singing the sylvan gods to sleep,
she calls my name out to the night,
and laughs her limping ringlet down-
until the light seduces light.

And like a lover she will leave,
returning darkness, darker thrown,
to delegate the interstice-
her loving body to my own.




Poetry by kenneth wertz
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 16:43

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Doreen Cavazza
This reads like a dreamy lullabye. It's rich in description and flows off the tongue when read. And you capitalize and punctuate! This was a delight to read.
2011-01-16


Karen Canning
excellent writing, great depth and clarity

huggs
karenxx
2007-03-03