Lustrous moonshine goddess slipping through the stars,
heading off for liaisons with Jupiter and Mars,
songs written in your honor spread moon dust in their lines.
Moonflowers crane their necks and twist upon their vines.
Eyes that scan the heavens as you grow pale and wan
grow stony charting courses where you may have gone.
At the stroke of midnight, they too will fade away—
pale bodies spread upon their cots under the moon’s faint ray.
bwarren posted these prompts on The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 584
star scan body dust follow grow stroke stony moonshine goddess song slip
Great use of all the words.
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Beautifully flowing
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Compelling & captivating
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Just love this post, Judy. The fleetingness of lives. Hopefully, well lived.
Wishing you the best of the season and a new year blessing of health, on-going creativity and adventure.
Always, Dale
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Thanks, Dale. I’m wishing you exactly the same. xoxoox
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Mysteriously lovely.
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