Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

Tender Hearts

I awoke to the moon,
like a giant, celestial snail creeping
across the night sky,
leaving a sparkling trail of light
in her wake.
Haunting the trees
with silver ghosts
and half forgotten memories
of full moons
and hard stars
and tender hearts.


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2 thoughts on “Tender Hearts

  1. Tony Crafter on said:

    Ah, that is lovely. Reminds me a bit of ‘Silver’ by Walter de la Mare. Your poem creates a wonderful ethereal atmosphere and those last three lines are inspired. I really don’t know how you maintain such a high standard 🙂

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