wishes in the bottom of a well – a poem by Mela Blust

wishes in the bottom of a well

turning, unturning
there is a moth where the light should be
and no light
i’m bleeding, this moon
is the cycle
let it ruin to rot, never turned
…..to embryo
wishes are pennies
…….we never threw
pennies are arms
……….with no hands

i couldn’t throw and the well
was empty

god doesn’t dance
…..without light
light doesn’t pray
……without solace
ballet can’t be seen
…….in the darkness

my cave is nightlit lit,
…….whisper-sweet
…….and dances alone
love can’t try to be anything other
…….than love

 

 

Mela Blust‘s work has appeared in The Bitter Oleander, Isacoustic, Rust+Moth, Rhythm & Bones Lit, The Nassau Review, and more. Her debut poetry collection, Skeleton Parade, is forthcoming with Apep Publications in 2019. She  works with Animal Heart Press, a poetry reader for The Rise Up Review, and Barren Magazine.

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