4:10 Moon

just this morning you were there

glimpsing your curve

I looked for you

in the pre-dawn light



picturesque for all your scars

a slender cloud at one shoulder

not covering

drawing the eye to

your lustrous swell

a glow to turn heads


Prompt from Word Light Show for April: a poem a day.




After the poem began forming on the page, a line from a favorite song popped into my head. It tied to the subject so I put it in. Then thinking about the song helped shape my poem and another line was added.
The musical assist was by Concrete Blonde’s “The Darkening of the Light”.
Close friends and family will tell you I often throw out song lyrics as they apply to conversation. My brain is a jukebox (and it contains much Bowie).