Monday, 6 April 2015

NaPoWriMo 5



The Moon is distant from the Sea and yet,
with unintended, rhythmic art She leads Him
keen and merry, careless
along appointed sands
He never skips a beat
obedient to Her wax
She comes, just so close, in unsure orbit
goes just so far away - oh, Blue Everything
the wax, the wane
and the distant Moon
all married to the last.
Command your Sea beneath you.




Adapted from The Moon is distant from the Sea by Emily Dickinson.

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