You saw the whole of the moon
I spoke about wings
You just flew
…………………– Waterboys
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She’s more moon than most,
actual size never changing but
always new in her glow. Throw
in one lone crow, black smudge
across that golden orb waxing
forth in full. Fool
her into thinking she’s got wings
of her own, an abundance
of thrones.
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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 19.
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I like this. I like how it makes me feel — I like how it positions my eyes to see the moon and night.
think you’ve got wings – and you’ll fly. Love this poem