Saturday, 8 June 2013

Day 323: This Moment

This poem is an ode to sunny evenings at that specific lull in between the busyness of the day and the blustering possibilities of the night; - 'stars rise/ moths flutter /apples sweeten in the dark.'

This Moment - Eavan Boland

A neighbourhood.
At dusk.

Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.

Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.

But not yet.

One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.

A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.

Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark.

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