Blue Moon

she felt their eyes on her,
pointing to scars on her faraway face;
she knew they were cold,
trembling like shadows of stars;

she tried to burn brighter,
tried to draw them closer,
failing, fading,

whispering, tell me,
why won’t you stop staring.

Quadrille: a 44 word poem
Linked to the Poets United Midweek prompt: Appreciation

17 thoughts on “Blue Moon

  1. What an intriguing poem that seems to suggest that beauty is not apparent to the owner and would only be aware of it if they were told or had a reflection. Much like the moon!


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