From forest to sea, she cries,
I need the moon-–
watch the tides–
if water or blood flows,
she is there, hiding behind clouds
with rusted tongue
to sing of dreams
that soar through time
on sparkled wings
see them above the garden?
whose glistening ghost-kisses
touch your soul, whispering secrets
that you won’t remember when you wake.
My poetry collaboration with the magnetic poetry Oracle. She’s in a dreamy mood today.
Love this one!
Thank you so much, Lucy!
I love it! Suits my delirious mood after my second covid shot 😅
Very similar moods. As you say, dreamy.
And what a magnificent painting! (K)
Thank you. Isn’t it?
She is in a dreamy mood today! And the de Morgan is perfect. And those ghost-kisses and forgotten secrets…
Thank you so much. She is! 😀🌜
A sweet dream of a poem!
Thank you very much, Liz!
You’re welcome, Merril!
This is beautiful x
Youre welcome ☺
Oh, definitely dreamy and beautiful.
Thank you very much! 💙
My pleasure. 🧡
Very dreamy! Great job, Merril!
Thank you very much, Jill!
Dreamy, indeed – especially the last line
Thank you very much, Derrick.
You did paint a dreamy vision here! 🙂
Thank you so much, Linda!
Merril, what an amazing message you received from the Oracle. I’m late but had to stop by and see all the poetic beauty you girls created.”I need the moon!” Brilliant! ❤
Thank you for reading and leaving such a lovely comment, Colleen! 💙
I always love your poetry. ❤