Interrogation A shutter swings – the moon blinks on, No point hiding under the bedclothes – Yes, I borrow the stars without asking, set them to spin Yes, I have drunk the Milky Way dry, plumbed the depth of 3am Once I dipped my brush into the Aurora Borealis I’ve loosened Orion’s Belt, undressed Casseiopia, pretending it was me. to a barren corner of the galaxy By 5am I’m limp from exhaustion, the moon has withdrawn, left me an empty sky.
(from my collection 'The Art of Egg', published by Two Ravens Press) Copyright © Sharon Black 2012 |