Letter to the Moon

It was pretty outside a couple nights ago, and the moon stood there amongst the soupy darkness with such bravado, I became inspired.

Midnight the air of brisk chill went,

Filled with the auric light of moon,

As if the god Apollo was never sent,

To bring the sun and morning soon.

 

Clouds now sheath the angelic stars,

But the moon burns as a hot coal,

Through the billowing blanket that bars,

Leaving its stainéd mark on the whole.

 

Such a descending glance down on me,

Ocean's wave so beckoning,

To the mischievous Mercury,

Using his flute to do most conning.

 

This lover plays so harmoniously,

Mercury builds his home in my heart,

Toying and harping chords openly.

With the effect of a love-potion dart.

 

Halo crescened moon shall bow,

To the mercy of an affectionate plea.

Ardents cast their shadow now,

Sowing devilish seeds so mercilessly.

 

Cunning wings of avengéd spirits,

Yearning to bask with the romantic god.

The moon here its

Glistens that so do prod.

 

Come, nye, rush to greet my presence,

Tender embrace grasps my being.

Oh moon so shining with effervescence,

Cloak me please, and pray no fleeing.

 

Now gestures, jokers, and players we,

Playing a game with such gaity,

Mercury of the Moon I shall see,

When my eyes lock with my lover, so sweety!

Reviews

[Hope]

Genius.
The rhymes were any thing but forced.
You stayed true to the form and rhythm fell into place.
Alliteration and the grammar added personality to the piece so beautifully!
Also, the accents were delicately placed.
Britt would be proud.
Genius.

Were you wanting to say sweetly or sweety at the very end?

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

What a splendid poem. Moon and stars, planets, gods .. love, this is truly beautiful.
I an saving it , a wonderful write so well written.

Chloe