Inspiration

 Inspiration

Upon a chin of gold

you sit,

not man,

but madonna

of twinkling sky,

birthplace

of dogmas

and devotion,

of blue-lit nights

and silver stars

sprinkled 

upon mortal souls,

you smile,

as I, below,

seek answers,

grasp inspiration -

pledge to go,

to be, to live.

By Margaret Bednar, October 27, 2024

This is linked with "Poets & Storytellers United - Friday Writings #150 - The Moon"   

It is also a part of my Emily Dickensin reflection series -  "The Moon, by Emily Dickinson"

It's been a long time since I have written a poem as I've been focusing on my mixed media/collage art.  I hope to be back here writing regularly.