Six Word Challenge - Poem

Last week's words from spikesgirl58

Art
Abashed
Hard
Prevent
Impel
Stimulate

earth sticks her head outside the window of the long forgotten,
moon impels to backward step’s descent,
muse starts to rhyme when every tongue is hard and sad and silent,
art paints her birds when wings are bent
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art traced the stars on heaven's walls when earth was just a baby,
muse burped the moon on painted knee,
their stimulated seas are placid lakes that climb an eager ladder,
where morning mounts bring evening steeds
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wind denied of darkness gains an endless hive of windy wonder,
storms steal the clouds of better days,
art stops decay as she prevents a wrinkled face from forming,
muse is not abashed when word eggs take long to lay