Prowl The Moon

National Poetry Month, Day 7

I dance best when I dance in the moonlight Silvery bright tinsel polishing the tops of my arms And I sway, hypnotized by the beat of the distant drummer

Unseen by intruding eyes, unheard by eavesdropping ears My feet skip lightly on dewy nectar, soil fresh carpets of grass The warmth of night pulsating my shimmering specter

Caramel saxophone drizzles the penumbra of moon indulgent As I paint the atmosphere with primordial tales infinite A comet’s tail of epic love emblazoned on the night’s smoky canvas

Before dawn comes, shall I complete my ritual Retreat once more behind masked eyes, My soul hungry to prowl the moon again

Paroma Sen 2021

Thanks to Amy Jasek for recruiting me to the wonderful National Poetry Month! Thanks also to the intriguing and inspiring photography by Laura Aubree.

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