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As Moon Converses Slow Its Path Through Night – Sonnet Seventy-Seven
As Moon converses slow its path through night
To charm the stars to form their pictured frames
With songs traverse in brilliant movement’s light
Once sung with grace in godly verses claimed.
Though Sun may gain its sky with slanted dawn,
And seek to quiet Moon’s more subtle songs,
Its orange deranging heat brings frenzy on,
That leaves no quiet place for calm’s belong.
But Moon, in pirouettes of ancient rhyme,
Let’s fractious Sun in spot lit tumult rave.
As heathens will destroy themselves in time,
So vac’ous Sun becomes its own day’s slave.
E’en as the Sun in anxious unction seethes,
Behind the earth, the Moon, its night, relieves.
To charm the stars to form their pictured frames
With songs traverse in brilliant movement’s light
Once sung with grace in godly verses claimed.
Though Sun may gain its sky with slanted dawn,
And seek to quiet Moon’s more subtle songs,
Its orange deranging heat brings frenzy on,
That leaves no quiet place for calm’s belong.
But Moon, in pirouettes of ancient rhyme,
Let’s fractious Sun in spot lit tumult rave.
As heathens will destroy themselves in time,
So vac’ous Sun becomes its own day’s slave.
E’en as the Sun in anxious unction seethes,
Behind the earth, the Moon, its night, relieves.
Published 28th Jul 2019
Author's Note
Before y'all get your panties in a twist - I am from the Southern U.S. - "orange" therefore is a one syllable word -
(HEY! did I SAY you could put your hands on my scansion!)
(HEY! did I SAY you could put your hands on my scansion!)
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