Over Forty Shades of green. Crafty Green Poet's Alter Ego, now she's over forty. Not environmental. Not crafty. Just poetry. Plus occasional reviews, photos and other stuff. Probably no more than once a week, but at least once a month.

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Thursday, May 22, 2008

Eerie by Moonlight

The graveyard is dark, eerie at full moon
Honeysuckle scents the light of the moon

The boy down the road becomes a werewolf
and gives the neighbours a fright at full moon

Gravestones are lifted and vampires break free
to find people to bite under the moon

Inner city streets are crowded tonight -
street gangs and demons fight under the moon

When Romeo gets lost in the garden
Juliet shivers at sight of the moon.


Chapter 4 of Unleash the Poem Within suggests that the ghazal is a perfect form for daydreaming and letting your mind wander. I was obviously thinking of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in these daydreams! I wrote another ghazal on Crafty Green Poet here.

The Ghazal Page , an excellent resource to find out more about this fascinating form, is currently holding a competition for moon ghazals.

2 secret admirers:

polona said...

ha, you must be enjoying this :)
and so am i - this one may be dark but is not without humour.

haiku-shelf said...

i really enjoyed to read what happens under the moon, at sight of the moon...

best wishes,
Angelika

(Oberhausen/Germany)