Melancholy
The campfire collapses into a plaintive rune,
echoing the plangent wolf call of a loon
that floats the silver pathway of the water-jellied moon.
I face our final parting. As I hear its taunting croon,
the humid night surrounds me in its tight cocoon.
Life is a cruel comedy whose laughter ebbs too soon.
The rune “pertho” designates secrets and chance. It’s sign is water.
Prompt words are plangent, anyway, comedy and river. Here are links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/06/rdp-monday-plangent/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/05/06/fowc-with-fandango-anyway/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/06/your-daily-word-prompt-comedy-may-6-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/06/river/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Beautiful
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Thanks, Gottfried.
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You’re welcome😅
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You made my day! I haven’t studied runes — what a tragic gap, what a wonderful opening! I love it when your poems lead me down an online rabbit hole. Thanks for a gorgeous poem!
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What a wonderful comment, Victoria. I had a friend who used to make and read runes. I still have a bag of beautifully carved stones somewhere. Perhaps I need to look for them.
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Beautifully sets the scene. I like that water- jellied moon.
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I was thinking of the track of the moon on the water, broken up into undulating strips of light by the waves.
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That’s what I pictured!
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Keen eye and mind, Eilene.
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Aww, gee.
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It is always encouraging when a comment comes through that demonstrates that someone has read closely and discerned exactly what I meant to convey. That’s the reward, other than the writing itself.
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