A Fondness for the Painted Moon

A fondness for the painted moon,
softly must the brush have stroked the canvas,
how paint the nectar builds in layers
to set with depth and draw me near
to perfection. Craters, glow and
clouds which gather like
wisemen in worship. Holy moon
of flesh which, in tender warmth,
chooses to shine upon the old fishing
vessels, ruins of lost civilisations
and lovers looking out upon
a cosmos only theirs. Only their own.
A fondness for the painted moon,
a blessing here, the wall, the room.

Reviews

[Casey Truax]

The lyrical title carries this rich, romantic work. Beautiful writing.

[C Peril]

Thanks so much for your kind review Casey, I'm hoping I'm able to return the favour shortly.

Kind regards,

C.