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.
