We Write Poems is branching out in new directions, and this week they give us a huge wordle from which to choose our words.
Swans and lithe goddesses
throng the shore at ebb of tide,
fluttering insects seek their prey.
Beneath the lapis water,
creatures with scales play –
the lyricism of a staged ballet
swirling in concert, leaping away.
An illusory haze hovers
around the burgeoning moon
as hush descends.
It is night.