Moonlit by RLB

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This is a poem I wrote from my book Red Entaries.

Submitted: March 02, 2014

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A dusty old moon,

Like a shaved rock

And bricks bashed together

And shale that was as

Broken peanut butter brittle.

But not little--as some were

The size of or half a man--but

Shrewd and congruent.

 

These bits of rock or

Moon rock some might say,

Were used in the construction

Of a everyday First Reach public abode.

 

It was built in the hardest of times,

But not as hard as Moonlit,

A ale that would bring you

Back to giddy childhood memories

And a warm hearth's fire,

Like your heart, but its pour

Even as a steaming smelter

To dry parched tongues in radiated heat.

 

Moondivers were risking

There lives day or night.

A rock, or, as they would

Have it, a pearl in the dark sea,

A pricey, timeless ripple in time-space.

A ageless hope of mankind,

Except for the 'muscle' within,

Watching ever gleefully as the

Expectant watchtower,

Waiting for her mother ship,

And to one day part on her white shores.

A sign of hope, she was the

First Reach of Moon Lodger's Inn.

 


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