By the Street Light
a poem about bats
By the Street Light Buddying moths, a million thirsty-throated mosquitoes crowd the street lights. Bats loose themselves from their topsy-turvey day roost, stir the limpid heat. Purple flowers open their lightning-boom petals for the gibbous moon, call the myriad mouths of these night witches close. They are my darling dreams, membrane thin, sometimes ugly. Pass the day in shadow, rise with the moon, then, when feasting is done, slip upside down, tarnished penny, into the leather purse of their wings, the richest body. Black-winged, terrible, spell-casting, all the while. I watch the street-light like a moth lost in dream-funk just to see them dance.
Photo taken from a rooftop in Olib in Croatia where this poem was written.
I am alone, a week by myself, no kids, no husband, frightened by the pressure of what it means to have silence and space to create! I’ve not yet sunk into the place I need to be so I am reading my old work in the hope that it will help me find the magic within.
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Are you at a writer's retreat?
This--", when feasting is done,
slip upside down, tarnished penny,
into the leather purse of their
wings, the richest body. "
Powerful!!