Like a prehistoric fly
In amber,
The man in the moon is trapped,
A fossil in the skies
Of October,
Slowly fading from a smiling face
To a winking eye.
Like molten candle wax,
A final spark
And the man in the moon expires,
A lunar paradox,
Torn by bark,
Birched by leafless branches
And autumn equinox.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Sue Vincent – Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt- Moonlit #writephoto
writing in north norfolk 
Just gorgeous, Kim!
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Thanks Sue, but the photo is the inspiration. 🌜
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Thanks, Kim… it was a glorious moon.
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Wnderful, Kim. I love the cadence, I love the imagery!
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Thank you, Jane.
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I loved the poem, it felt really gentle.
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Thank you, Oloriel!
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Such stunning beauty. 🌹
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So many terrific images in this, Kim. Love the idea of the poor trapped man in the moon.
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Thank you, Victoria!
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That is gorgeous!
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Thank you very much!
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