War moons

More moons from the ‘two moons rise’ writing prompt. This poem is in the Rhyme Royal form with a rhyming pattern of ABABBCC. Apparently Chaucer liked using it.

 

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Snow lies silent, a crisp white pall,

Light vies in vain, till forced to yield.

The last sky empties as dark stars fall,

And the endless ocean swallows them all,

Moons of war send famine stalking,

Blood ghosts to their haunts and dead men walking.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “War moons”

      1. Why does it not surprise me that Macbeth is a favorite play of yours? ๐Ÿ™‚
        I read an article yesterday about how smart crows/ravens are. I think it was in Slate.

      2. They always remind me of my great-grandmother who was an earth mother sort of figure. Mother and grandmother to a whole neighbourhood and the bit of room left in the house was full of sick and injured animals she was tending. There was always a jackdaw, generally with a leg in matchstick splints. She taught them to talk. She was Irish after all…

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  1. Strong, dramatic and dark, just how I like it! ๐Ÿ˜ Fantastic imagery, Jane, and if Chaucer used that form, you’re in good company. Somehow, I think he’d approve.

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