I peeled the moon.

Ekaterina Koroleva spring

Artist: Ekaterina Koroleva

I peeled an apple
from the core of the moon
and licked the juice of its honey dew.
While ferns feathered a canopy,
I chased the sun,
in liquid form,
and ribbons of lava were born.

Oh morning moon,
where timeless is ordinary
and thoughts are clipped to line
for wind to dry.

I could no long tell
if clouds were waves
or sky was sea;
moon’s dawning light
had rushed
to my infinity.

So I spoke to you
and said soft things
like how a whisper
becomes a faded memory.
And you answered
and held this space parallel
to the flicker of morning’s grace.

© Carolyn (Riker) Avalani | Artist: Ekaterina Koroleva


About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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2 Responses to I peeled the moon.

  1. Leslie says:

    Absolutely beautiful, Carolyn. A lush journey of blues melting me into myself and into the sky you take me.

    Liked by 1 person

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