I am reposting a poem from 31st July 2015 for the dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight #168
Cushioned in the hand of night
The blue moon drowned out
All but the brightest stars
Bounced off broken glass in the roadside
Formed pearls in the water of lakes
Gushed like spilt champagne
Across the waves of oceans
Sculptured shadows in woods and forests
Made wolves howl
With her secret smile
Died in the early morning
To allow the sun to breathe
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
writing in north norfolk 
A very active blue moon – love all the verbs you attributed to it, moving with stealth almost like a hunter and enchantress…
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Thank you for your comments – that night the blue moon was Diana 🙂
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Oh that moon was such a victor until the sun came back… I almost felt I knew her…
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🙂
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such a sight to behold….
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Such an enchanting poem 🙂
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Beautiful imagery–love the ending.
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Thank you, Victoria 😊
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The essence of an imagist poem – complete with the symbolism of the blue moon and the sure movement of time, tide, eternal movement.
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That is a spectacular blue moon, drowning out all the stars ~ Beautiful share Kim ~
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Thank you, Grace 😁
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To allow the sun to breathe is a great line!
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JeWeL oF moon..
midniGht eYes..
Dawn SurpRise..
morning
star
liGht..:)
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