Poetry
BogMoth II
By Eleanor Gray
blue existence,
dusky star, centuries of dew,
I touch with my hands
everything
indigo sea, drowsy with the song
of venus
shadow woman, dawn-eyed,
dark-tongued, the soul is
dispelled by its own understanding,
the pale tenor of herons
riding among the wings of evening
am I lost, or stolen? have I ever
belonged?
eternity unravels in the crocus-arms
of conviction, jade-mouthed
color of a plum
focusing a golden arrow,
where no one else has loved me
outside, starless dark, a world that
will not open
birds sing into night with their gentle hearts,
they too, will leave
illegible one, among shy animals, by your
hands you bring bright waters
a river jeweled with white animal
outside of you, is it infinite
or just dark?
shadow, veil, shadow
as if, winter dim, grief strewn,
you along the seashore sands
ocean musk, field spine, treeless marsh,
foraging hunger
world empty of me
farewell, true one, by night’s cruel hand
I lose you
