Epithalamion

January 20, 2021love, poem, Poetrylove, Love poem, Marriage, Moon, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Moon dust pervades our lives
Giant steps were what we took
When we started aged seventeen
We have spent happy times on this moon
Half walking half bouncing
Across the years
On or under, we are gleeful lunatics
Still glorious in our love

6 thoughts on “Epithalamion”

Ingrid says:

January 20, 2021 at 7:52 am

I love this, Kim 🌝

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  January 27, 2021 at 6:30 pm
  
  Thanks Ingrid. (for some strange reason this comment of yours ended up in Spam!)
  
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  1. Ingrid says:
    
    January 27, 2021 at 6:40 pm
    
    Don’t worry, it happens to me all the time 😅
    
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    1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
      
      January 27, 2021 at 10:28 pm
      
      😟
      
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Carol anne says:

February 1, 2021 at 2:31 am

very very sweet Kim! <3

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