Changes.
As light sinks to hibernation rays of sunset
become fatefully pallid like
faded worn velvet adorning a battle-vest.
Spectacularly mystical changes then muster
for unseen roll-call by spreading
queen Moon's opal veil over dim dusk.
Her pale crescent glow sprays cloudy mist
of non-hue, crushing out scarlet
in cool pearly beams by sheer insistence.
She bleeds grey into Sol's late complexion
by brooming out heat with regal
drift as she dusts lunar-flakes into the west.
Flamboyant retreating streaks darken finally
to sparks as Sun now conquered
and weeping red tears is made to retire.
Bleeding with wounded pride at losing face
king bows as queen Moon ascends
for on tasting power she intends reigning.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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And she reigns!
Good write Fay.
i was in good time - in June I said 'Only 6 months to Christmas'.
And now 'only about 17 more days to go and it gets lighter again!'. Darkness does not seem so gloomy saying it that way.
Awesome imagery, Fay.
I couldn't help but read a playful
take
on those morning-after scenes
when
nerves make things that much more
spine-tinglingly awkward, to experience
and you're just glad you have the weather
to talk about...
(''...erm
still kinda dark, moon's still out''
''oh yeah?''
''yeah - kinda
so erm, sleep well...'?')
my fingers and toes want to curl just remembering it
no idea how we survive life's awkward moments
lol
sorry dear Fay
I read these in a playful mood
but as-ever
beautifully worded:
'She bleeds grey into Sol's late complexion
by brooming out heat with regal
drift'
that Moonlight silvery grace
arriving early
to keep winter's bleakness
at bay
the word magical springs to mind & then leaves me speechless .. x
A meditative moving word picture of smooth trouble free change, Fay.
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