Lovely, luminous lady Luna
I dreamed you landed on the seashore
Compelling me with your soft, pale light
Pulled into the sweet sensation of your celestial embrace
I never wish to break free from your orbit
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This poem is written from the perspective of one of the Netherworld's best loved characters to his wife. They are fugitives
from a horrible Dystopian future. She spent the first seventeen years of her life in a bio-dome on the moon. He often writes
romantic poems referring to her origins.
These characters were most recently referenced:
or
Here, at Undead in the
Netherworld
~Wanda~
Prompts used:
Note from Wanda:
I put the poem back up under protest. Several of the other team members asked me to do so, and I suppose removing it wasn't fair to all the people who came by and said nice things. I appreciate those of you who did.
I should not have published this poem here, or at any rate, I should not have shared it on blog hops. I thought it was cuter than it actually turned out to be. In reality, it's not very good. I was trying to write from the point of view of one of our characters. It was a stupid idea. I will not do anything this ridiculous again in the future. I'm pretty sure the Vogons could write better poetry than this drivel.
I'm not a very good poet. I wrote it for fun. To those of you who bothered coming here to read this shit, I'm sorry. The last time I published a poem here was October 2013, in memory of my father, who will be gone ten years on the 28th of this month. Fortunately, the times I wax poetic are few and far between, because I'm terrible at it.
My father taught English comp and literature at a high school level. He's probably hiding his head behind his wings in shame from the other angels because his daughter is such a talentless hack. I'm sorry I let you down, Dad. I'm not very good at much of anything, I'm afraid. I will always love you. I wish I could have made you proud in some way.
~Wanda~
Update August 10 2014
I changed the last line. Maybe the change will be more to the liking of the readers.
I'm trying to give the poem a chance. I still don't like it very well at this point and I'm still wondering why I thought it was a good idea to write and/or share it.
Thank you to those who expressed supportive thoughts. Nobody really said anything mean. I'm way too sensitive in the first place, and I've been having family and money problems to compound everything. It was a straw that broke the camel's back thing to have my writing criticized. I overreacted and I'm sorry.
~Wanda~