Part 1 of a series of poems on Moons — Part 1 of a series of poems on Moons Fear talking
to my shadow,
to answer
with a scathing phrase,
an angry look
frustrated by
my ennui,
my indifference,
locked down,
locked away,
until fear is the only fear,
then a Dark Moon rising
casts light on terror,
spurs rebirth, renewal
resurgence,
portentous irony
like snowdrops’ blossom,
blaring the coming
of the sun.