A Moon

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

A moon
caught me
by
the throat
and searched
my pockets
for a soul
till love
screamed
across
the pencil lines
of trees

10 Comments

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10 responses to “A Moon

  1. Is this a contribution to Halloween? ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. The action is rough, as in “roughed up”; giving the piece a raw feel. I like it!

  3. till love screamed across the pencil lines of trees “release her, let her go she has a beautiful soul, you know” She has kept it safe and sound so search gently it will be found. ” Hugs xxxx

  4. Written as a teenager?? Wow! Ethel, this made me catch my breath – I love it!

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