Under A Blue Moon – A Poem


Introduction: This was written while listening to Tchaikovsky’s “The Nutcracker” (Op. 71 No. 14) I encourage you to listen to the piece while reading this.

Daylight has dwindled as
The sun has closed his eyes
Here a blue moon has risen
High to his throne
Of endless skies

The stars are his minions
And anxiously dance about
Like a million sparks of light
Weaving through fading clouds

And perched at the top
Of a tall ominous tree
An old owl wakes
And screeches his warning-

Leaves rustle as creepers
Scamper and hide
And from the shadows
A coyote lets out a battle cry.


About Gretchen Venters

I am 36 years old and I live in Montana. God has set my soul on fire to serve others through writing.
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3 Responses to Under A Blue Moon – A Poem

  1. Diane says:

    One of my favourite musical pieces. Your poem matched the feel beautifully!

  2. Moon makes you cool in a different way,
    As he himself is something special each night,
    He smiles when is small.
    As grows big we smile big,
    Moon makes us cool with his reflection,
    His vision is always towards mother earth,
    His reflection is nectar to the buds,
    when they blossom, each flower is a fertile teen,
    Beauty in the bud, nectar makes it beautiful.
    Nectar is the life in life to bestow new life.

    By sahagur. on twitter.

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