Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume One Issue Three
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.