There I was in black velvet,
stitched with fluorescent thread—
a trellis for thirteen roses,
dying but not dead.
Just a sprite under your blacklight,
learning moonlight is a lie—
escaping from your elf-owl-moonhowl
gaze of promise pantomimed.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Day 19 of National Poetry Month
Elf owls are nocturnal predators and are the world’s smallest raptor. Males make a yapping noise like a puppy to attract a mate.
Opening verse drew me in. Love this one: learning moonlight is a lie— Thanks for joining in.
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Beautiful poem, Jennifer!
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What an amazing line of the moonlight, brought all into a new focus...
ReplyDeleteWow. This: "black velvet,/stitched with fluorescent thread—" An amazing opening for a rawly felt poem, Jennifer.
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