Herons In Reeds
Coiled beauty of the long necks pulled in, stilt legs like reeds in the rippled water, reeds like ghosts rising silhouetted toward a sickle moon. Symbol of steadfast love, twinned herons on the album that holds my wedding pictures. But all I can think about this morning is the braggadocio of the men I knew in youth, all those couplings and uncouplings. Penelope Moffet Penelope Moffet lives in Southern California. Her second chapbook, It Isn't That They Mean to Kill You, has just been published by Arroyo Seco Press. During August 2018 she participated in the August Poetry Postcard Festival, an international convocation of postcard-writing strangers, in the course of which she wrote 44 poems, most of them ekphrastic.
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June 2023
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