The Moon Moves Her Eyes by Grant Tarbard

The Moon moves her eyes across the lid of the earth,
beckoning all the sleeping world up into her arms.

The Moon is a feminist rallying against the Sun’s higher wages,
hiding jars of coins and reflections of water beneath her petticoat.

The Moon still sees me as a child, she bleeds in a pearl
that pours haemoglobin as ghosts within ripped sheets.

The Moon passes me by without so much as a by your leave,
it was only last night that she held away the nightmares until dawn.

Grant Tarbard

Grant Tarbard is the author of the newly released Loneliness is the Machine that Drives this World (Platypus Press). Follow him on Twitter at @GrantTarbard.


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