måne - extended

an extended poem of an original one.

dance with the moon,

bare feet gliding

against rocky moss,

gliding against

frantic streams, 

pulling fabric from a body.

nowhere to be found,

fungi covered and 

spots of every color.

where did she go?

"oh, sweet måne,

   what have you done?"

twirls of the stars,

distant howls,

striking dread into

an unsuspecting party

“oh, sweet måne,

   where is my moon child?”

Author's Note

capitalization is stylization.

Reviews

[MARIA MYRL]

Although, I didn't understand the meaning of it; it sounds really good when you read it aloud. Also, I really like the structure of your poem.