the moon’s not dead

shaman wolf by Susan Boulet

exile made ice-work of all caress

you couldn’t bear to be touched
so i kept the tide low-key,
waned almost out of reach, love
knew you would not drown
my intuition
that you were hollowed ground
scrying craters, dust and loss
for the times you killed

yourself and felt better for it

4 thoughts on “the moon’s not dead

  1. La Lunatique says:

    The tender, light touch you display here is splendid. I am particularly attached to the beginning & end lines, each a perfectly formed poem in & of itself. This will live with me for days and days and days……..

  2. Cheoy Lee says:

    This is haunting, I love the mystical imagery!

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