Moonface

A short poem to the moon

By Rachel DeemingPublished 10 months ago • 1 min read

Silver is my favourite metal.

It is not brash like gold;

I like its blueness and its clarity.

Circles are my favourite shape.

They are smooth and infinite;

I like their wholeness.

What I'm trying to say is

I like looking at you.

I see your dimples and your darker spots

That your powder can't conceal

And I like these nuances,

Your tranquil depths, like lunar seas.

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