Hunter Moon, stark orb in silent stage,
lights a way lost by day, to folly’s repose.
Stone wiggled loose, a puff of dust,
candle bright as shadows sway. Intoned
promises, from ashes you spark to life.
Dark price paid for this one blessed night.
Image was taken last year at Felt Mansion.
Sarah is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Sarah says:
So tonight let’s write some ash quadrilles – 44 words, including the word ash.