The smell of mothballs
a moth is an omen
of the third dark
the first dark
was the dark of storm
when it broke
we were safe inside
the second dark
was the dark of night
after the rain
the stars were bright
and already the moon
in its last quarter
A conversation in poetry involves a bunch of poets and fellow travellers (e.g. painters, photographers, translators) in an informal conversation taking the form of the work itself; that is, people respond in kind to each other’s creative efforts.
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Dominique Hecq #6 – The smell of mothballs – response to Judy Johnson’s ‘Between a moth and a butterfly’
The smell of mothballs
a moth is an omen
of the third dark
the first dark
was the dark of storm
when it broke
we were safe inside
the second dark
was the dark of night
after the rain
the stars were bright
and already the moon
in its last quarter
The smell of mothballs
a moth is an omen
of the third dark
the first dark
was the dark of storm
when it broke
we were safe inside
the second dark
was the dark of night
after the rain
the stars were bright
and already the moon
in its last quarter
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