POETRY | ILLUMINATION
In Need Of Slumber
The waning moon and I
My gaze turns upward searches among dots of lights and patches of dark clouds I know you are up there somewhere, waiting
And then a dusty glow sleepily peeks out at me You are waning, expelled your majesty mere days ago yawning, in need of slumber
Midnight, indigo, violet, ivory your whimsical aura reaches down plucks me from my bed lays me upon your concave pillow and lulls us both to sleep
©2022 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.
A poetic response to Rose Malana’s Writer’s Sunday Prompt #4 — Tonight, the waning moon has an aura no camera could truly capture.
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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her Medium Blog, Ravyne’s Nest.
