Poem – CRESCENT MOON (By John Tustin)

CRESCENT MOON

 

You reside

In this room

That stinks

Like moonlight

 

And me.

Crescent Moon

Pries as

She is wont

 

To do

In rooms

That stink

Like her light,

 

Where only

Silence

Is

Uttered,

 

Sharper than

The silver

Flashing

In my hair.

 

Author Bio: John Tustin



John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on the island of Elba but hopes to return to you soon. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published works.