The watcher says
Darling,
Don’t go outside
Under the crazy moon,
Stay here with me, be warm, be soft,
Be still.
The walker says
Moonshine
Always calls me
Lifts me above the world
To dance among the stars until
The dawn
The moon says
Take my
Cool hands, and dance
With me, my witch child, dance
An endless paso doble through
The night.
This is a cinquain, which is a pattern of syllables : 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. Jane Dougherty has given us another lovely prompt. You can find it here.
And as it’s such a tiny form, I feel justified in putting up a cinquain butterfly, completely off prompt:
One shot
Sounds around us
But it is not as loud
As the beating blood of our hearts.
Our love
Must be braver than a gun shot,
Our hearts keep open wide
Our hands reach out
To touch.
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