Moon And Swoon Poem by Maggie Bolton

Moon And Swoon



Mr.Strickland reminds me of you.
If I were Blanche, I would do what she did too.
Like a sophisticated beast
Howling in the territory of yours
So primitive and so civilized.
In a cocoon weaved of solitude
Poor Blanche throws herself in the abyss
Swoon over your charm,
But you are lured by the Moon.

Thursday, March 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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