Monday, April 30, 2018

Monday WRites152

[all internet images used in this mosaic. Fair Use]

Wine me a heady sweet muscat
Bright moon sentinels no chat
Music me with guitar strums
For night of repast surely is at

Dance you stars in somber sky
While we amazed to wonder fly
By whispers sweet and sensuous
Fill our tryst with arduous high

When sated love uncovered now
Wrap entwined its fantasy cow
Trinket poems in garlands strung
Like lamplight to moth staying vow
UNDER MILLION STARS © gillena cox 2018

HAPPY MONDAY. And last day of April. You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #152, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day. Phew our task ends today.

Thirty poems in April: a final in verbs
Prompted by Brudberg: Challenged - Take some nouns and use them as verbs and put them into a poem. Unlock all the objects, let them dance, let them swirl.


# 83


30 April 2017
tryst 2016
30 April 2015

Enjoy The Music