Yesteryears
On this dark eventide, tonight
the thrum of crickets chirping songs,
and the feral howling of wolves
have crimped any romantic thoughts-
until the pearlescent, silver moon
laid sparkling threads upon the lake
that shimmers alongside the plumb,
overgrown and abandoned beach-
arousing that exquisite tang,
awakened from our yesteryears
when, while waiting for your return-
our moon stoked fires for us each night.
March 23, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Eight Word Bardenesque challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
JUdged: 04/18/2021
Required words in order of appearance:
eventide, thrum, feral, howling
crimped, pearlescent, plumb, tang
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