So I have this project on Romanticism in my English class that involves writing a poem and then making a peace of artwork that would go with it.
In my case, I had a painting I painted awhile ago from a partly imagined scene, and wrote my poem based on it.
And now I want to cry because of the poem I just wrote. Perfect.
Also, I made it into four stanzas, each with seven lines, while writing it without even realizing it.
Anyway, without further adue, "Reflection of the Moon"
Wind blew towards the ocean,
Kissing my cheeks as it went.
Salt air filled my lungs.
Waves crashed on the shore,
As water rushes up to my feet.
Crabs rushed by on the sand,
On a journey to the sea.
Over the water,
A glowing orb hung among the stars.
The reflection danced on the waves,
Growing ever larger.
Out beyond where the eye could see,
Fish would rise closer to the surface,
And swim under the glowing light.
As a child,
I believed that joined by the fish,
Would be creatures of imagination,
Creatures of the sea.
Under the full moon's light,
Mermaids would dance and sing in chorus,
At a time when any and everything was possible.
At sixteen,
The moon is the symbol of imagination,
And the image is of fantasy.
Where angels fly and fight in the sky,
And people can turn into shadows, despite the light inside.
But the reminder of what the heart once believed,
Will always remain in its reflection.
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