Poetry Wednesday #47

By ESO [CC BY 4.0], via Wikimedia Commons

I dream the crescent moon

I dream the crescent moon—

Pouring out darkness into the sky

Wild-me running, night-hounded,

Chased and chasing madness.

I dream the hunter hunted,

The haunter haunted.

I dream the cold hours of darkness,

With miles to go before the sun.

Colors deepen,

Crimson running blue.

I dream the crescent moon—

Pouring out darkness into the sky.

Poetry Wednesday #23

Alice Strange by me.

Oops.

As Wednesday turns to Thursday true,

I've yet to write a poem for you.

I feel bad, and sad, and blue,

But I've yet to write a poem, it's true.

There's no excuse.

I played fast and loose.

Time's not profuse.

I'm such a goose!

So Wednesday turns

And Thursday burns.

But I don't have a poem for you.