So many lovely lunar terms
For full moons in our seasons
Hunter, Harvest, Buck, and Worm
With Blue for special reasons
I missed the May Flower orb just gone
A voluminous bloom hid by the storm
It bathed me though before next dawn
Still button bright but blowsy torn
And peering down on rain soaked streets
Saw early birds with thirsty beaks
Had bowed their heads to take their fill
Of moon glazed puddles on the hill
I rarely write in regular meter or even rhyme but perhaps it was an effect from this mesmerizing moon that Carrie has offered up to prompt our Sunday Muse
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A happy rhyme that just went rollicking along, carrying us with it. Well done!
thanks Bev – not my usual taste – must been the Flower moon effect 😉
I see / feel the moonbeams in this ……
thanks Helen
“Moon glazed puddles”….oh how I love that and this poem line for line is gorgeous Laura!
got carried away almost immediately by this photo prompt from you Carrie – into a style I rarely use too.
Still button bright but blowsy torn
And peering down on rain soaked streets
The aftermath of a raucous night of stormy carousing. Very well done.
yes could well be a metaphor Charley!
Indeed!
Love this! The words just dance through the moonlight.
tripping along – thank you
BRAVO!!! LUV IT
hAPPY sUNDAY Laura
Much💚love
Whit Sunday sunny here at last so thank you – am happy now!
That’s lovely! Learnt a few new words. 🙂
always good to add to our lexicons – thank you!
“still button bright” what a perfect descriptor for our beautiful lady
just when she is past her fullness, still beautiful 🙂
🙂 ❤
Loved the sonnet-esqe form. Seemed like a way to be new/old talking about the moon. Never heard of the Worm moon!
thank you for your feedback – a spontaneous sonetesque form which evidently the moon felt it deserved!
Indeed!
Oh I LOVE the rhythm and rhyme in this. Wonderful! Well done.
many thanks Sherry – such a novelty for me
Lovely rhythm and your end rhymes sound so natural, like they just fell into place.
many many thanks – something did seem to fall into place like the moon in a puddle 😉
Had bowed their heads to take their fill
Of moon glazed puddles on the hill
Cool! Well written Laura!
thanks Rob – it almost wrote itself
I love, “moon glazed puddles.”
thank you
always a feast of words!
many thanks for enjoying the feast
I love the rhyme… It makes me feel happy. I so needed this poem today!
glad it helped Susie – so often I write sad or dark 🙂