Sarah Law – Love, like Moonlight
sudden flooding after pent-up weeks,
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the wax of you has melted,
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your luminescent fragments
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shed themselves, moon-flecks
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from a mother’s tongue. It used to
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take an angel to dispense the sacrament –
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one on either side; gilded, displaying
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true love in a circle of grace.
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Now she’s ascended and gleaming,
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moon-bright, resplendent in the sky,
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and your reach exceeds your gasp,
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although everything’s a gift. This month
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has sketched you into silhouette,
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chiaroscuro, full illumination –
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love, like a ring-light, broadcast,
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focused, over the hills, displaced.
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There’s blood in you yet, it’s rich
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and has been clotted into myth. Oh
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moonshine, fill me like a wineskin,
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let me reflect on the waters of life.
Sarah Law lives in London and is a poet and tutor for the Open University. She edits the online journal Amethyst Review for new writing engaging with the sacred.
Artwork: Lonely Moon Castle by Wendy Hess
Wendy Hess is from Berkeley, California. As an Artist, Photographer and Author, she enjoys the Gothic, Classic, Humorous, and Bizarre side of Life. Her work has been featured in Cauldron Anthology, Seaborne, Floresta, and Habibi Magazines.