(published 4th February 2019)
Tonight and every night she was the moon
listening beyond the frequency
tomorrow she was a Tuesday I dream
of touching, reaching a wingbone
and maybe she flew, maybe she flew
but she was not made
of catchable gossamer or dragonfly wings
that might keep her airborne,
she was the moonkeeper’s daughter swung
from a crescent blade that slowed, as the fulcrum
grew wide, wide as the midnight skies and her
moonstruck eyes glazed over
at the fall of night,
________________the astounding comes on us
Sarah Wallis is a writer based in Leeds, UK. 2018 publications include Pidgeonholes, Ellipsis, Best New British & Irish Poets 2018 and The Island Review, she has work forthcoming at The Interpreter’s House and Flash and Cinder in 2019. Follow her on twitter @wordweave.