Welcome to my Friday afternoon paint chip prompt. There are other paint chip prompts out there, but they’re very precise in what they ask for. Mine is open ~ write a poem, a story, a memory, whatever you like. Take your inspiration this week from Valspar’s “lavender moon” and/or “twilight mist.” Tag your post Paint Chip Friday, or PCF, if you wish. Prompt will continue until December 31.
We made sun-drenched Memories of skin slick With new desire, Lips glazed with the sweet Salt of excitement. My mind overflowed; Everything turned green And bright with dreams. I chased the promises Shimmering in the air.
Staring into space, I contemplate the angle Of my gaze. If it hits the moon Just right, Will it travel back down Swimming in starlight, To sparkle in your eyes? Across the miles, Perhaps you think of me and smile.
When you spoke, I heeded: Waves of cadence, Crests of rhythm… A tsunami of words Pulled me under, And flipped me dizzy. Then your tidal voice Receded; And a foamy silence Bathed the barren beach.
Meet me under the midnight moon, When all the stars come to life; Trees pose in a gracious swoon, Welcoming the bold and the shy. Clouds gather to celebrate This union of dark and light; Call it love or call it fate– Open your throat to the skies.
Image credit to Lovethispic. Poetry form: double quatrain.
Sanctimonious moon— Why so judgmental? I know where you’ve been; I know who you’ve seen. Leave me to the poverty Of stars, already dead, Burned out like my heart. Slide under the lace Canopy of clouds, Safe swath of lingerie. Don’t frown your face At me tonight— I’m in no mood for a scolding By an obtuse hunk of rock Who didn’t have the sense To stay married to the earth. Oh ho! Didn’t think I knew About that, did you? Go now, leave me To my nightmare, My galloping dream of doom, Urging me past the milestones Along the racetrack to ruin.
It might be a thousand years Before the stars Line up again like this; One last incandescent kiss As the light diminishes And five million miles of dark Ribbon out In a long slow Deathless march.
Eons pass; A glacier cracks; Again the moon Hangs low and blue. Did she count the waves While I waited for you? The tide pulls us into alignment: Two frozen souls Circling Space and time.
I’ve lain with a hundred men And felt nothing; Yet your gaze burns my skin From across an ocean. Tectonic plates shake When we touch At last— Mountains collapse; The earth splits in half.
We retreat, Our cosmology incomplete; Resigned to the separation, The endless analysis and division, The rebalance and reposition, Until equilibrium settles over the seas. We drift once again To opposite ends Of this lonely galaxy.
This is the place, the old ones say, Where moonglow bathes the lake, And an unearthly shimmer shines Beyond the towering pines. They say a spaceship landed here, In a dark, despairing year, Right where the coral poppies bloom– Bereft of sun, they thrive in gloom. Bury your treasure, gems and gold, And it will be increased sevenfold. I think it’s worth a try, don’t you? Meet you there at half past two.