Moon Charm
From the high ground spread out your silver skirts
though the dawn be a thousand miles away
my chamber is flooded, my casement wide
and the dawn yet a hundred miles away
unbidden you send your mute messenger
a cool dawn calculates ten miles away
who could mistake the mundane for magic
the fast marching dawn now a mile away
and who can quite recollect the sea of...
when sudden alarms renew trial by fire.
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Fri 22nd Jan 2021 22:09
This draws you in with the decreasing distance till the dawn.
I kind of hoped it was going to be a beautiful awakening
But the ending takes by surprise and that's very effective too.
A wake up call, and perhaps that's the point.