Fantasy, Poetry, Symbolism

Beneath a Satin Moon

 

0e6913df55efc7fef9bd50bcf02da0ffBENEATH A SATIN MOON

In a golden wood

Beneath a painted sky,

A paper house is standing

Beneath a satin moon,

And in the garden growing,

Pastel flowers flourish,

And never lose their bloom,

Winter, summer, spring or fall,

As lovely as they are,

They never see a raindrop fall.

And Tiger lilies, made of silk,

Slink around a lily pond,

Of which they are, you know,

Quite fond,

As gilded Goldfish swim

Amidst the frilly lilies,

They gaze upon the heavens

Reflecting all they see,

In nature’s perfect harmony,

All this of course,

Is nothing more

Than pure imagery,

Yet, none the less,

it interests me!

Copyright @ 2013 Karen DeMers Dowdall

 

 

6 thoughts on “Beneath a Satin Moon”

    1. Hello Sofia, Thank you so much and I am so glad you liked my poem. I must drop by your site and follow. My sister is a teacher too and teachers are the most awesome people in the world to me. Karen 🙂

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