Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue Three

Mary C. O'Malley

Moon Shining Through Bedroom Window

The sudden moon, a peeping tom, peers through my thin bamboo slats. In childhood, father told me of old tale dangers of moon madness. Shifting shapes killing in the night, or minds caught in cold white webs Scary fates of those brushed by his twilight nameless face. Strong enough to smoke my eyes with glow worm light, as pumpkins in the humid night. And spooning youths become midsummer fools. It was a stupid story. I still fear his beams, pulls of tides and earthen lunacy.