NapoWriMo 19 – The Ancient Moon and Other Seashells


Have we once again deceived the Gods

Who guard over us throughout the night

giving us illumination with their divine light


Yet seemingly displeased were they

When sunlight dwindled to near darkness

leaving us in a state of fearful duress


When we look to the heavens in the dark

And find but a half measure of light, an Incised Moon above

disclosing and withholding from us their sight and love


What could we have done to deserve their ire

Withdrawing a half of their moon from our sight

truly justified without a doubt of their right


Holding us apart from their joyous stare

Instead of a Jewel Box we find Lazarus in the dark

with shadows sharp yet muted, grey and stark


Yet we can only hope for next month’s event

When the moon rises into sight, a full circumference we meet

without a divided moon, Unequal and Bittersweet


Barbara Blackcinder




About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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