childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
The Keeper of Shattered Moons
The meadow was a bruise when I woke, its clover crushed under a sky of splintered moons, their shards dripping silver into pools that fizzed like soda pop. It was September, or so my bones whispered, though time here felt like molasses spilling from a cracked jar. My hands were coated in golden pollen, my eyes spinning like laser-discs, reflecting a poison apple sun that melted into rivers of scarlet syrup. I didn’t know how I’d arrived, but a weight pressed my chest, heavy with purpose. Seven days, a voice in my blood said. Seven days to unearth something buried.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
