The Moon Spoke to Her

She often looked at the sky
Because the moon spoke to her
It told her stories of her past
And laughed at her bow legs
“I could roll between them”
It joked whenever it was full
And when it was a dark moon
She would cry with it outside
Her family thought her crazy
Neighbours would often stare
But when it was just two of them
Her feelings rose with it in care
I think they were just envious
Not understanding of these things
Was her friend filled with a spirit
Imbued and reflecting back to her?
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Copyright © David Williams 2022




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Written on 2025-03-05 at 12:01

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
The moon, such a perfect evocation! And how she is so important to poets - reflecting light into our art.
2025-03-09


MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
a feeling only poets can understand
2025-03-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
As i have a fondness for the moon, and being considered crazy and stare-worthy, I love this poem. You expressed something very real
2025-03-05