The Girl Who Knew The Moon She felt the pull of full moons summoned to altar cliffs showered in marbled light telescopic eyes trained to dock deeper each time
ear cupped to clock magnets align currents and tides – I think she knew. In a dream I saw Venus at solstice shy behind strawberry moon I thought it was her that this time she’d strayed too far
or been called – but in midnight mist, I couldn’t be sure.
Paul Waring
(Previously published by Eunoia Review, 2017)
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