A Poem a Day (655): NaPoWriMo Day 24 - Moondance

 
Day 24 
 
Prompt: write a poem that begins with a line from another poem. www.napowrimo.net

The first line is from Walter de la Mare’s Silver.
 

Moondance
 
Slowly, silently, now the moon
cherishes this gift of silver starlight.
Reflects the eerie arcs of her face
in the dark dish of swan lake.
 
Weeping willows gather in a wave
of green, hushed, heads bowed,
reeds dripping at the water’s edge.
Still surface breaks, shoots an echo
far into the night to the next bay,
a message of wisdom from the fae.
 
A cloud sweeps lunar cheekbones,
and in that second the willows step back,
sweep the lengths of their leaves upward,
stretch the tips of their limbs to the sky.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 24, 2024