The moon imagined her hair
a wild, icy white in the biting breeze.
Her piercingly blue eyes
aglow amidst the jungle
of wintry, white stars.
Pale, slender limbs
entangled in the heavens
as she pointed accusingly earthward
Denouncing her impotent subjects.
Holding them to burden
for her every shameless indiscretion.
My entry for both One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry and Day #5 of National Poetry Month at Not Without Poetry. With thanks to Prompts For Writers for the words which inspired me.