Mr. Moon

by Katiemae1977

I dared to walk this moonlit night

remembering my days gone past

when Mr. Moon gave me a fright

as I lay watching on the grass.

His face upon the cold white sphere

was big, and booming was his voice.

And when he spoke I quaked with fear

as in his spell I had no choice.

I can't recall the words he used

or why he chose to speak to me

The memory is so confused

I hoped this walk would set me free.

I dared look up and turn my gaze

but look I did, and through some clouds

the moon was cloaked in milky haze

It's beauty decked in ivory shrouds.

"Oh, Mr moon!" I said aloud

"Your beauty reigns this solemn night

I do beseech please make me proud

and take from me this wretched fright."

A silence split the midnight air

and peaceful crickets chirped their tune

I offered up a simple prayer

An ode to praise the quiet moon.

And now I walk this wond'rous night

A smile upon my aging face

There's finally no more raging fright

'neath Mr. Moon's redeeming grace

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Write a poem of any type about the moon. Any type of writing except for prose is permitted.

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A true story. I used to lay on the grass in my yard while the moon talked to me. I used to refer to it as movies in the sky

Still a bit traumatized, I'm having trouble looking at the photo I choose

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A childhood fear made right

Mr. Moon

by Katiemae1977

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