I made the mistake of joking before I went out into the hot tub for a soak that I was visiting the Goblin Market hot tub and would probably have to pay something monumental for the soak. As soon as I got in and turned on my favorite jets, I leaned back, looked up at the sky and had inspiration for a poem.
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Silhouette
Silhouette
black ink tattoo
on the shoulder of the sky
moonstone rising
in a bed of
serious clouds
trimmed in white gold.
Beyond cricket song
leaves rustle
and the firefly ballet
goes on and on.
This humble moment,
worth more than jewels
and etched forever
in the stone of memory.
Oh, I think you got the better of this exchange.
Some evocative imagery there, Jenny. I like it.