The moon’s an onion, sun’s a pear
as sweet as gold but silver-sharp
the bitter night consists of tears.
Yet daylight bring me teeth of sharks
it’s cruel scimitars, it’s swords.
it’s clotted blood and battlefields
and only moonlight cool with words
to sooth and mend the seventh seal.
Lamenting day and quench my fear.
At toads it’s time to do 55 words again at toads with Hedge. I seem to be in rhyming mood… I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow.
December 5, 2015