|Detail: Ainsley Allmark|
When moonlight lulls the land in dreamless sleep
and blanket shadows nestle on the hills,
the world sings lullabies. Each note rings true
as carillions of bells chime echoes
across the mountains. Faery music drifts
on breezes which disturb the still night air
to waft away all traces of the day.
Their melodies invade our sleep-locked minds
though eyelids flutter, and the sleepers sigh
with contentment, wrapped in night's soft mantle
till morning plays its waking symphony.
I can't believe that Poetry Jam had an Ainsley Allmark moon picture prompt this week. Without seeing their blog, I wrote this poem on Thursday, and had almost forgotten about it. But here it is now.
And as it wasn't written specifically for any prompt, I'm now linking it to Imaginary Garden....