Raveendran N.V.

! ! ! A Slice Of Moon - Poem by Raveendran N.V.

The flying squirrel
Leaps down the leaves
When the moon the peeps
Through the woods
And moves towards the jungle pond
To drink from the moony dish.

A torrent of leaves in a moment
Spreads a carpet on the grass;
The tall tree all red bright leaves
The benign shelterer.

The wild jasmine, the moon’s daughter
In full smile winks at her lover
But he hesitant and shy whisks away
Humming as if it isn’t the time.

Pachyderms, crackling, come to drink
And play their trunks to pick up the dish
Upset when the luster floats up and down
And the owl hoots: oh, ridiculous!

The listless rabbit is patient now
Scratching his back and sniffing the dusk
And watching the lusty moon play hide and seek
Thinks of fearless eating and mating.

And then suddenly, a thousand lamps above the leaves
Lit the forest.
The moon, humbled and shy, puts a black scarf round her face
But yet shows her marvelous curve.

Comments about ! ! ! A Slice Of Moon by Raveendran N.V.

  • Rookie Chitra - (1/30/2009 6:53:00 AM)

    your moony images are so picture perfect that the squirrel is still skittering across the vision board of my mind (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (1/4/2009 6:31:00 AM)

    From my world to yours warm greetings. You are in wonderful, poetic
    form in this one, my friend. Your last stanza is simply superb.

    Always your friend at poemhunter,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (12/26/2008 1:31:00 AM)

    What a magical scene! And captured too with such skill and originality. I can see the images you portray with such inventiveness - the wild jasmine in full smile, the moony dish, the black scarf - a plethora of pictures that hook the reader into the narrative and won't let him go. A poem worth reading and re-reading too. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tsira Goge (12/25/2008 10:40:00 PM)

    The wild jasmine, the moon’s daughter
    The listless rabbit is patient now
    Scratching his back and sniffing the dusk

    Hello Raveendran, You have described surprising a wood landscape, on a moonlight.... Shining poems...10.
    Best wishes,
    Tsira (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 25, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 25, 2008

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