Moon seats itself
upon the snouts of seahorse.
Her beams pulse through waves
wrinkling and dappling
the smooth backs
She pulls night into day
rests on sinews as skin
Her cosmos-lit fingers create
a woman with turquoise for wrists
amber for shoulders
stars for scalp.
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I love the way this flows. Absolutely beautiful.
Thank you so much!
This is beautiful – compact but rich!
Thanks, Nancy! Trying to take a page from your book of lovely, compact, and lush poems.
This is such a beautiful poem! I really dig this one.
Awesome extended metaphor!
Thank you–glad you like it!
Beautiful poem! And that title is perfect.