The prompt at VerseLove this morning was to find a poet who shares your birthday month and use lines from one of their poems for inspiration. I found Robert Browning and used the first line of his poem, Epilogue. I wove another poem into the fabric of his lines.
At the midnight
(waiting, as always,
for the moon clock
to chime, the falling
star seconds beckon
the eye)in the silence
(you hold hands,
and tongues,
in these hours,
when the long day’s
no longer young,
but aged in galaxy
light)of the sleep-time
(grass dew pillows
beneath your heads,
she said earlier how
she needs roots and
seeds, not feathers,
to hold her mind,
upright, tonight)When you set your fancies free
(waxing, not waning,
the silver shine always and
forever reminds you
of her, in the now and for
the always, this night when
you watched the quiet
unfold)
Peace (In the Skylight),
Kevin