What I Told the Moon by Kathleen WilsonLooks like
you've
changed into your
dark sequined gown.
Your smile widens
as if you know
something I don't.
It's not true,
you know.
It's me
that makes you smile.
Let's admit
I put those sparkles round your head--
(They're my ideas.)
I tossed them up to you,
steam rising around me
in my cauldron
from the effort
after rain.
I'm just here
floating innocently,
looking up from my
very hot jacuzzi.
12/27/2009 Author's Note: published in Lunarosity, April 2007
Posted on 12/28/2009 Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/01/10 at 06:49 AM i love moon poems. it's so far away and so close, which makes it majestic always...either way, this is a cute little concept. i love the gown line...very vividy and sparkly. excelente. |
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