She is the humble handmaiden
of Luna
goddess of the moon
Luna
She who bathes the night
and all that dwell in the darkness
in her silver-white radiance
which eats the deepest
slithering dark
that brings heart-thudding
wake-up-in-an-icy-sweat
nightmares
and mortal peril
to her beloved children
Her acolyte
who might have had
another name once
now long forgotten
is simply called Poetess
She loves and worships
her goddess fiercely
does her goddess proud
Maintains the old ways
walks the hidden paths
writes the sacred truths
bringing healing to Luna’s
special ones
the humans and
other creatures that
only emerge
when the sun has set
Luna hums in pleasure and delight
when Poetess’ careful labors
yield the first harvest of stars
that fall gently into
Poetess’ cupped hands
like snowflakes
like crystal tears
studding the inky canvas
of the midnight sky
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Beautiful words 🙏
Mr. Liam Sean Hipkin
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Many Thanks!
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magically beautiful, Christine! I love the images here!
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Thank you Eric. The Moon Ate the Dark challenge was still percolating in my head and I read a wine bottle with the expression “Harvest of Stars” which also wiggled in and wanted to be played with. I still feel like I am struggling to get back in touch with my writing voice but each day is a little better than the day before
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Magical!
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Thank you my dear Aurora!
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You’re welcome. You are consistently inspiring
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**blushing at computer**
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Your words paint such a beautiful picture!
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What a lovely thing to say! Thank you so much.
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Wow! This is beautiful!
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Thank you Rachel!
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Such beautiful words! 🙂
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Thank you!
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