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Katy Laurel
Poems
Oct 2018
V. Full Moon
Tonight,
the golden moon drips full.
Shadows sing my form.
A dried petal swings in the silhouette
splitting the variegated shadows
I bask between.
The walls have ceased biting my ears
and old ghosts no longer whisper lonely gibberish.
Still,
a hammer in my heart begs admission.
I cannot ignore the clawing of my mind,
there still much to gut and cultivate.
One must offer libation to the moon,
pregnant with primal enumerations,
drain a small river of mortality.
Yet
as my bark has aged
my familiar melancholia
bloomed awareness
observing my lack
and wished to become reborn.
My fingers freeze
holding in hurricanes,
I see them glow with fullness
in the crescendo of moonlight.
Perhaps,
I will begin with the simple lack
the frustration with what was
and what became itself once again.
The petal falls from its frame
As I return to the solitude of reflective nights
Such as these.
Trusting
I will bloom
underneath shadows
into holy curiosity
again and again.
Written by
Katy Laurel
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