Ekphrastic Poem- Sorry its late

Pink Moonrise
-From Breton Legend (or The Legend of Brittainy)


In a forest of dolmens
A pink-orange moon rises, or sets?
Bats fly in blurry twilight.
"Hush poppet," the noble demon woman lilts.
Her elf-shoes grow like tubers in a nest
Of silken roots and thorny brambles.
Legions of red-robed, horned devils
Come from one burst of green-white
Light to another.
"Our friends are here!" wrapped
In black-spotted white fir.
Brittain's elaborate headdress
Flips up as she recoils
Pools of moss, an overhang pressing down
Dolmens
Ready to tip over.
Simple black dress,
Opal ring, gold embroidery,
Horn-like buns,
Jeweled hair piece,
Massive golden frame.