Moon Flower
A Poem
Show me a flower
That opens in the moonlight
And I will show you
Magic
Witches we are all witches
When it comes to the glow
Of the moon
When it comes to the moonlight
Being out at night
Is glorious
Is sacred
Is feminist
Being out at night
With nothing else
But the moon
The stars
The night-blooming morning glory
Is decadent
If we could erase it all
Until only the land and the water and the flowers and the moon and the stars
Were left
If we could undo and tear down the restraints
Of so-called civilization
Of so-called society
In a heartbeat we would.
Jenny Justice, Poet. Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for…
