Moonbeam Muse
@moonbeam-muse.bsky.social
Always drinking coffee— Never on time. Sometimes I write poetry. Psalm 23:2-3
GLITCH
If time is layered dimensions running simultaneously, I met your eyes and felt it fold like origami.
Red, blue, yellow, green— ultraviolet threads rewove for a moment: a flicker in the feed.
If time is layered dimensions running simultaneously, I met your eyes and felt it fold like origami.
Red, blue, yellow, green— ultraviolet threads rewove for a moment: a flicker in the feed.
November 14, 2025 at 2:40 AM
GLITCH
If time is layered dimensions running simultaneously, I met your eyes and felt it fold like origami.
Red, blue, yellow, green— ultraviolet threads rewove for a moment: a flicker in the feed.
If time is layered dimensions running simultaneously, I met your eyes and felt it fold like origami.
Red, blue, yellow, green— ultraviolet threads rewove for a moment: a flicker in the feed.
THE QUEEN BEE IS NOT BORN
She is chosen— a worker plucked from a thousand sisters.
She is created: bathed in royal jelly, and made-over.
She does not compete— to do so would break the spell that made her queen.
She is chosen— a worker plucked from a thousand sisters.
She is created: bathed in royal jelly, and made-over.
She does not compete— to do so would break the spell that made her queen.
November 10, 2025 at 10:47 AM
THE QUEEN BEE IS NOT BORN
She is chosen— a worker plucked from a thousand sisters.
She is created: bathed in royal jelly, and made-over.
She does not compete— to do so would break the spell that made her queen.
She is chosen— a worker plucked from a thousand sisters.
She is created: bathed in royal jelly, and made-over.
She does not compete— to do so would break the spell that made her queen.
FOR ZELDA
She was a firework on the shelf
Capable of burning brighter
If someone lit her a match
Dear Zelda I understand
When you spend your life being
Almost
Then it’s the almost you love most
And you almost believe it too–
For you are safer watching
Your own fire through glass.
She was a firework on the shelf
Capable of burning brighter
If someone lit her a match
Dear Zelda I understand
When you spend your life being
Almost
Then it’s the almost you love most
And you almost believe it too–
For you are safer watching
Your own fire through glass.
November 9, 2025 at 12:35 PM
FOR ZELDA
She was a firework on the shelf
Capable of burning brighter
If someone lit her a match
Dear Zelda I understand
When you spend your life being
Almost
Then it’s the almost you love most
And you almost believe it too–
For you are safer watching
Your own fire through glass.
She was a firework on the shelf
Capable of burning brighter
If someone lit her a match
Dear Zelda I understand
When you spend your life being
Almost
Then it’s the almost you love most
And you almost believe it too–
For you are safer watching
Your own fire through glass.
GEISHA GIRL
Late to the party,
A midnight waterfall
In the willow world,
Atypical of her youth,
Lips spoke blue
Truth celestial.
Under Tokyo lights,
One night benebulous,
Holy palmers’ supernova.
With ecliptic whispers,
Yellow petals
Fell away in starfire.
Late to the party,
A midnight waterfall
In the willow world,
Atypical of her youth,
Lips spoke blue
Truth celestial.
Under Tokyo lights,
One night benebulous,
Holy palmers’ supernova.
With ecliptic whispers,
Yellow petals
Fell away in starfire.
November 8, 2025 at 6:49 PM
GEISHA GIRL
Late to the party,
A midnight waterfall
In the willow world,
Atypical of her youth,
Lips spoke blue
Truth celestial.
Under Tokyo lights,
One night benebulous,
Holy palmers’ supernova.
With ecliptic whispers,
Yellow petals
Fell away in starfire.
Late to the party,
A midnight waterfall
In the willow world,
Atypical of her youth,
Lips spoke blue
Truth celestial.
Under Tokyo lights,
One night benebulous,
Holy palmers’ supernova.
With ecliptic whispers,
Yellow petals
Fell away in starfire.
TOO CLOSE
“These are not your wings.
Keep your distance.
Learn from my mistakes,”
Icarus advised.
What good are stars
To the chandlers?
This chariot’s running
Red lights.
“These are not your wings.
Keep your distance.
Learn from my mistakes,”
Icarus advised.
What good are stars
To the chandlers?
This chariot’s running
Red lights.
November 8, 2025 at 6:46 PM
TOO CLOSE
“These are not your wings.
Keep your distance.
Learn from my mistakes,”
Icarus advised.
What good are stars
To the chandlers?
This chariot’s running
Red lights.
“These are not your wings.
Keep your distance.
Learn from my mistakes,”
Icarus advised.
What good are stars
To the chandlers?
This chariot’s running
Red lights.