Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #335
The Two Of Us
by Belinda Roddie
The two of us were sitting on the dock
when the moon swallowed up the sky and stars.
You wore both a green and a purple sock,
and you couldn't stop talking about cars
and motorcycles. I was far away,
absorbed in the glow of Diana's eyes,
her bow taut and her arrow bright as day,
quiv'ring like a bird does before it flies.
I knew it wasn't practical to stare
upon an orb thousands of miles away -
no, hundreds of thousands - and yet, the hair
stood up across my head. You didn't say
a word about it, or seem to notice.
You chatted idly in your endless bliss.
by Belinda Roddie
The two of us were sitting on the dock
when the moon swallowed up the sky and stars.
You wore both a green and a purple sock,
and you couldn't stop talking about cars
and motorcycles. I was far away,
absorbed in the glow of Diana's eyes,
her bow taut and her arrow bright as day,
quiv'ring like a bird does before it flies.
I knew it wasn't practical to stare
upon an orb thousands of miles away -
no, hundreds of thousands - and yet, the hair
stood up across my head. You didn't say
a word about it, or seem to notice.
You chatted idly in your endless bliss.
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