Moon Lit Blues
Snow light falls onto faded ivory keys
Out of tune no one sees
When Beiwe sits at midnight on an unstable stool
Singing her heart out sans rhyme or rule
Northern lights, green, purple, blue
Dreams of songbirds, mice, foxes, and Yule
From slumber till morn in a perfect pitch
Songs simmer afire for one folktale witch
It's said she tries to ignite agrarian fear
Cursing the soil with her spiteful lyre
Chaotic arrangements wreak havoc they say
Yet with each full moon on this dark winter's day
The villager's wake and begin to play.
Some have only pots and pans, others simply clap their hands
Others bring flutes or mandolins
Beiwe sits and pecks out a childhood song
Laughs at the bad witch as her attempts go wrong
The evil one's sickened from the all-night tunes
Maddened deeply as the whole town croons
Although Beiwe glows this glorious hour
The witch hides in the shadows from this Winter's choir
The full moon lights up the smiles on their faces
As they play and sing till the sunlight graces
All of them chime in for the successful fight
"We've saved our soil and conquered the night!"
The unmeasured tune rings on in her head
Howling she flees as they crawl back to bed.
Lyrical lunacy, a solstice gone well
We dream the same dream to each midwinter's bell
The greeneries blessed, the riegns are turned over
Fertile with seeds that bring winter's closure
About the Creator
ROCK
Writing whether truth or fiction, feels as if I am stroking across a canvas, painting colorful words straight from my heart.
I am both a USA and Swedish citizen; from my old farmhouse in western Sweden I tap into my muse via nature.
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Admittedly bummed I didn't get a runner's up. I wrote ths with such hope. My IRL communty said, " it's marvelous and you'll surely get noticed". I turn 6o tomorrow and really wanted a surprise.