Lunar Majesty

A waning crescent of the moon

grows thinner each night

as though it could buckle

under the gestating darkness

cradled to her breast.

But a single gold shaving

cast from this celestial body

holds firm like a mother’s love

while the oceans of the earth

bow graciously, wordlessly

to her lunar majesty.

Yet as her waxing crescent

pushes into a shrinking shadow,

one with the night sky,

she plays tenderly with the light,

her edges soft and unpretentious,

hardly regal in their journey.

First published by The Fictional Café August 18, 2019

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