Year
In the sky,
A single moon—
Do I see two?
Her eyes were devils
Gray and dark,
Like two evil moons.
No Don Quijote,
I tilted
At the moon instead.
***
Silver gong—
The moon has echoes...
It jars me
All alone, a thief
Is peering
With her grayish gaze
Tonight hurts—
Her gaze returned and
Held too long
Written for dVerse Poets, generously hosted by Sam Peralta. These were meant to be lunes (alternating 3-5-3 word Collom lunes with 5-3-5 syllable Kelly lunes), but actually I did them all in syllables, so only half of them are lunes... :P