November PAD Challenge: Day 2 prompt: A "full moon" poem.
not a cookie-moon, but a
silver round, lacy white stone
glimpsed behind a lattice of
trees, irregular, veins against
the sky, wind-threaded,
taffeta-loud.
pie-face, blank of features,
betraying nothing, no eyes to
blink, no mouth to smile
(or snarl), no cheeks to
flush red and fade, only
jagged white, the sterile
plain for the planting of flags
pulling and pushing the water,
roiling up around our ears,
drawing blood, tearing one from
another, hazy pearl, fat
with irrationality, loosed from
a setting of stars
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