Sunday, September 30, 2018

Full Moon. by And Mendes Biondo



the tide is rising
my hair is growing
and you are blooming
as a night flower

the owl sang a poem
for the quiet fireflies
seated on a branch
silvered by the moon

your petals are opening
faster and faster
wider and wider
so I wear my moth skin

our night is dancing
with the sea
with the owl and the fireflies
under the bright full moon




Mendes Biondo is an Italian journalist and author. His works appeared on Visual Verse, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Literary Yard, Angela Topping Hygge Feature,  Indigent A La Carte, The BeZine, Scrittura Magazine, The Song Is, Poetry Pasta and other magazines. He is one of the editors of The Ramingo's Porch along with Marc Pietrzykowski and Catfish McDaris. His first book of poems will be published soon by Pski's Porch Publishing. 

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