She dances in puddles of moonlight,
while I hide in the trees with desire
for this elusive creature of the night.
She dances in puddles of moonlight
with faint smile of freedom and delight,
a vision to summon an Angel choir.
She Dances in puddles of moonlight,
while I hide in the trees with desire.
dVerse Poets gives us the Triolet for our Thursday From prompt. A deceptively difficult poem to accomplish. I have also overused one of the main phrases in the piece today, either I really like it or am sorely suffering for creativity today. Maybe some combination. Go here for a previous attempt at the Triolet.