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Lexington Poetry Month

Moon seats itself


upon the snouts of seahorse.
Her beams pulse through waves
wrinkling and dappling
the smooth backs
of sharks.
She pulls night into day
rests on sinews as skin
catches sky.
Her cosmos-lit fingers create
a woman with turquoise for wrists
amber for shoulders
stars for scalp.  

11 responses to “Moon seats itself”

  1. Piper Morrison says:

    I love the way this flows. Absolutely beautiful.

  2. This is beautiful – compact but rich!

  3. Shane Thomson says:

    This is such a beautiful poem! I really dig this one.

  4. Gaby Bedetti says:

    Awesome extended metaphor!

  5. Beautiful poem! And that title is perfect.

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