Brilliant Moonbeam

The witching hour, bought
buttons once whispered, Everywhere
it was deathly still

deep streets sleep on the slanting floor
further and further down with the bits
of misty wool ghosts punished to elastic
slipped through steel bent
and crooked, in a fairy tale house for the
tiniest sounds; without eyes, they said
night longing didn’t look real

Children see the black
eye through a gap        window
they doze on pillows and open
to the voices downstairs resisting; lights-out
and all the dark things came out of hiding
had the world to themselves.

Found Poem: The first few pages of Roald Dahl’s The BFG (up to the line ‘very tall and very black and very thin’)

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Meghan Barrett is currently a graduate student at Drexel University in Philadelphia, working towards a PhD in Biology. Meghan hails from Rochester, NY and is greatly inspired by the ecology of the upstate NY area. Her writing has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Gandy Dancer, Mind Murals, Firefly and The Trumpeter. She blogs with the help of her cat about science, writing, and a mix of the two at meghan-barrett.com.

Read ‘Crassostrea virginica’ also by Meghan Barrett here.

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