Metaphoric Moon
The moon,
a cold, flat coin
spinning on a black table
its face flashes by
whirling, twirling,
until it becomes half circles
one side, then the next
finally, a sliver, rolling on its edge -
just a glimpse as it rotates in the sky
PS: Sorry I didn't post last Thursday's prompt- my attempt at a "Holy Sonnet" in the style of John Donne did not pass muster! Perhaps if I get it right, it'll make its way up here!
