Eight-line Poems 2

Moonshine

Moonshine

Always the bridesmaid and never the bride,
here in the darkness forever I ride,
while there in the black skies she revels in blue,
my face turned to hers to honour her due.

So rarely my chance for sweet recompense,
I’ll not say revenge, but it’s pleasure intense
to swing through her sky and stand in the way,
now shadowed her light and darkened her day.


Line count: 8
Rhmed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 04.24.24
Prompt: Write a poem from the moon’s point of view.