Hidden

[Lykren]

The moon's a patch of moss
come loose among the drifting stars -
which autumn, in her wisdom,
does not show.

[blank|verse]

Hmm... the idea for this poem seems to have drifted as much as the moon. It doesn't really do much for me this one, Lykren. I can't really follow the 'moon as moss' metaphor; and was a bit unsure of the rhythm, but I notice how the last two lines are effectively one broken line of iambic pentameter, so that reads more smoothly.

(And the first line is trimeter; the second tetrameter...)

[Lykren]

Thanks blankverse, didn't notice that about the rhythm.