By Luna’s light, her scars become memoirs
freezing frames, she cautiously thaws moments
passion longs to peek between the lines
At dawn she stirs stories in the sunrise
it’s where words morph in shades of marigold
blossoming against the blue of broody skies
For dVerse Poets Pub, MTB (Meeting the Bar).
Laura is our host and has challenged us to an interesting form to play with in which we must choose a line from given poems and “write a stanza(s) taking each word as the start of each successive line i.e. the first word begins the first line, the second begins the second and so on“. I chose the line “by freezing passion at its blossoming” from the Neil Carpathios’ poem, “The Kiss”.