The Iridescent Moon

Illuminated
By a waxy glow
The room is silent
 .
The little light
Is nothing
Compared to the
Brightness to come
 .
The dog wags his tail
As the girl
Presses her face
Against the window
The great orb
Rises into the sky
 .
The candle burns
As the milky glow
Permeates the surroundings
Giving all shadows
An unearthly quality
A salute
To the candle
Forgotten
By the girl
 .
She lit it
A little project
A boat
Setting sail
Into the darkness
 .
The little candle
Dripping life
Gets smaller
Fades
As its shadow from the orb
Is waning
 .
Dripping into a waxy puddle
The color of spilled milk
Its life
Is spent
Forgotten
Replaced
By a greater light
A whiter light
The moon
Who has all the beauty
But none of the burning life
Of the forgotten
Candle
.

This poem was written for Poet’s United, when they had the wax theme. It is based off a memory that I have from when I was really young. I got up really early with my dog, and watched the sun rise. In this poem however, it is the moon that is rising, not the burning sun.

8 thoughts on “The Iridescent Moon

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s