The muses looked over the lost child
Had heard her forlorn song
Seen her survive, learning to hide
Pretend like she belongedTuck away all the light inside
Pretend you’re not moon wildShe’d read every odd arcane book
Yet, failed to somewhere find
Searched every dusty archive nook
A way out of her mindTuck away all the light inside
Pretend you’re not moon wildFinally the muses decided
She must learn how to shine
Encouraged to spread her wings wide
Shock her out of lineTuck away all the light inside
Pretend you’re not moon wildSo they sent shock and death fright
Mixed with love and kindness
To allow for insights
Divine starlight in inky blacknessTrust, release all the light inside
You’re one of the moon wildNow she’s crafting a new word way
Daring to freely share
Growing bolder and lighter each day
Poetry from midairTrust, release all the light inside
You’re one of the moon wildThe muses looked over the poet found
Heard her soul bright joy song
Saw her thrive, hold readers spellbound
See trauma made her strongTrust, release all the light inside
© REDCAT
You’re one of the moon wild
Lately my childhood, with books and pets as only friends, have been shoving up in my writing – What did you think would happen to a child left on my doorstep?.
So today, thinking both about all the writers (and there are many) who inspires me, and my relationship with order (NOUN not verb), especially poetic order in form of feet’s and meters. I got it into my head to write using the Ballad metre.
Posted in response to Poetics: Order, Order! at dVerse and on prompt today for GloPoWriMo 2020.
GloPoWriMo 2020
DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation
The world according to RedCat 
This is great! I like the images, too. Love the message.
A great story of struggle for identity and hope rising!
I liked the repeating lines that transitioned to being moon wild.
Glad to see your wings spread wide as you shine <3
An inspiring piece, loved it
the repetitions work very well to underscore the order/chaos conundrum. Some nice rhyme pairings and I liked the title too!
thank you for joining in
Let that light shine! I too, like I guess many an artist, draws from trauma and hardships. Those are the things that make us grow, and don’t know, but think that some growth is needed to be able to share from the spark, the light, the moon seeds of Soul. thanks for this!