Sun And The Moon

Sun And The Moon

A Poem by Tulpi

Farewell, the Sun sang as it whisked away

Down and down behind the mountains it lay

Waiting for the moon to come and stay

And for people to realize that night had come, gone was the day.

The moon came in wearing a pretty white gown

Her hair was set like that of a crown

The Sun before leaving embraced her and ‘lo’

She seemed to be wrapped in a fiery glow.

He travelled and travelled till a place he reached

Where just animals growled and bats screeched

There he alighted and settled for the day

And the country changed when it was touched by the Sun’s ray.

The Sun waited and waited for the inevitable to follow

And just in time the moon appeared, not a moment slow.

The Sun laughed and said as he took her hands

You will always follow me as I travel through the lands.

The moon just smiled and whispered to the sky

The Sun will never know what game I’m playing on the sly

He reaches the places where I light up for him to see

And before he notices I always flee

However much independent, however smug he be

He will never settle in a place without help from me.

 

 

© 2008 Tulpi


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this is great...I love this little story and the game she plays "on the sly"
"...And just at time the moon appeared, not a moment slow" should At be in?
this has a wonderful sing-song rhythm and you painted a lovely picture...I'd like to see this as a children's story book

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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this is great...I love this little story and the game she plays "on the sly"
"...And just at time the moon appeared, not a moment slow" should At be in?
this has a wonderful sing-song rhythm and you painted a lovely picture...I'd like to see this as a children's story book

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is absolutely lovely, Tulpi. I love the rhyming scheme; it blends so well. This seems light and playful--like a child's tale. The last two lines were my favorite.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tulpi
Tulpi

Kolkata, India



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