Pink Moon

 It was late, the full moon was high aloft

And it wasn’t pink
 
not made of green cheese either

And what about the man in the moon?

Was he enjoying his job

keeping  the lights on?



Suddenly,  as if on cue

She felt like her arms grew

And her back bent

And she caught the scent of something tasty

What could it be?



There was a Greek restaurant down the street

Maybe go have something to eat

Walking at night felt so free

She forgot it was past three



The park was deserted and quiet

Not a soul around.



Why did she suddenly feel like howling?

A funny story to tell her friends

The night was so peaceful

A  cool breeze, but not freezing

No reason to hurry

Ah-hoo,

Ah-hoo

Ah-hoo,

Ah-hoo



Challengetry writing a poem making reference to one or more myths, legends, or other well-known stories, that features wordplay (including rhyme), mixes formal and informal language, and contains multiple sections that play with a theme.  Try also to incorporate at least one abstract concept – for example, desire or sorrow or pride or whimsy. In addition structure the poem like a symphony. It’s four sections, like symphonic movements using Wallace Steven’s poem “Peter Quince at the Clavier” as an inspiration.

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