She only makes music under the snow moon
in shadow, sharp needle towers pointed skyward,
can’t puncture her tunes.
A glow cast equally on the tulip tree
and the panther’s pelt as he lingers nearby
stalking her latest melody.
Oh, sweet Selene, pearl in the sky,
hand over light for the maiden to spy
the gleeful ivories amidst a mustache disguise.
Her tones moan through midnight,
until the bubble gum sun attempts a coup;
her ebony sentinels stand true,
with starry swords to pop any uprising
before twilight is through.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
Inspired by the artwork of David Dabalo.
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amazing imagery , but you gotta love ‘bubble gum sun’: priceless !
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Thank you kindly, John. A bright one here today. Nice respite from winter’s white.
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How beautiful this is, K. This is my fav line, “until the bubble gum sun attempts a coup” Gorgeous imagery.
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Thank you kindly, Jeff. Often, I pair artwork to my words, it I enjoy reversing this process and finding new reassures such as that image. Cheers to a great weekend.
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You’re most welcome, K. Ah, this resonates with me. Sometimes it takes me quite a while to find an image to suit a poem. Thank you. Cheers.
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My favourite line too; excellent, K.
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Thank you, Hobbo. Neat artwork, no? The tower reminds me of the one in Olympic Park in Munich.
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I love how you tell tales that relate to the artwork, amazing! (great song too!)
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Thank you. Sorry for this tardy reply. I’m seen to lose sine in my reader. So glad you enjoyed this ekphrastic piece. The moon has been enormous here lately.
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Shame I missed this before. Very evocative piece filled with striking imagery – the perfect blend of elegance and strength ❤
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Thank you for these kind comments. I miss the bubble gum sunrises if somewhere tropical. 💜
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