I looked up and saw the moon from the backside of the motorbike. It was a crescent moon. Whenever I saw a crescent moon, I used to smile inside because the moon was smiling too.

But today, the smile of the moon, was red. Blood red. It was almost not visible as the red blended with dark sky.

It was not the kind of smile that made me happy. It was the kind of smile that
sent shuvers down my spine. Something just didn't feel right.

© Aurora Bridston

this is the first thing I've wrote in my life that I would consider creative(11yrs old)...and when I saw the moon, I was really scared. And something really bad happened that day. But in the end, everything turned out to be alright and this event inspired me have a try on poetry. What inspired you to write your first poem??