Poetry challenge #28: Moonlight

This week’s challenge is a bit of a cop out. I wasted much of yesterday and this morning with the stupid phisher and haven’t had time to search out a new poetry form. Instead, I leave you to choose the form and use the Munch painting, ‘Moonlight’ as your inspiration.

I’m adding a selection of words for you to use—verb, nouns, adjective and adverb—that you can use if you want to add a bit of a challenge to the prompt.

winding – moonlight – follow – heavily – path

983px-Edvard_Munch_-_Moonlight_(1893).jpg

I haven’t written a poem yet. I’ll post later.

If the painting doesn’t inspire you, just use the words. Leave your links in the comments as usual and surprise me 🙂

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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.

40 thoughts on “Poetry challenge #28: Moonlight”

  1. Here’s mine. Don’t fall off your chair. I used your words, but not your picture.

    Where does she wander on this starry night?
    A wraith, a shadow, she’s frail as a sigh,
    Woven from stardust and strands of moonlight,
    Feet tripping dainty as she passes by.
    Discarding my fear, I follow her path,
    A winding trail through glistening grassland,
    Over rounded hills, past the fairy rath
    To the foaming sea, roaring on the strand.
    With greedy hands, the salt wind tugs her hair,
    Waves throw themselves heavily on the shore,
    She lets her robe fall, stands tall without care,
    She is the shape of my love, form I adore.
    White flesh gleaming, she wades into the deep,
    Slips beneath the surface to endless sleep.

    https://aliisaacstoryteller.com/2016/04/29/fire-and-water-prose-and-poetry/

      1. Bishop Richard Ladrede I think his name was, or something like that. He was actually after Dame Alice Kyteler, but she escaped. Petronella was her maid, and so obviously an accomplice. She really suffered.

      2. Lol! Yes, that’s probably true. This story has been sitting in my head for a while. I think I need to do some research and write. Maybe she feels it’s time her story was heard.

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