Moon - a bashful bride
From behind the veil
Peers down into the silvery mirror.
Narcissus like,
She gloats over her own fair face,
That for eons
Peeped in and out, tantalizing
Bards and beaus - alike.
But, Alas! Driven by envy,
As a mischievous brat scrawls over
His sibling's piece of painting,
The wind tickles the Deep
Shattering the luminous image
Into a dozen fragments
.............................
Floating.....floating all around.
Moon - a bashful bride From behind the veil Peers down into the silvery mirror.........beautiful beginning. This is a beautiful philosophical poem so nicely executed. Great write.
A beautiful poem on the phases of life, or on the various phases of a woman that start like a crescent, climax of full moon, and then the anticlimax and ultimately a dark night.
Thank you for such a beautiful poem. I feel there's much for me to learn.
The power of a good poem and imagination to capture the ills of jealousy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Personification at its best use makes this poem very dear to read.. The Moon acquires a mysterious shade of relevance and entity of her own here.