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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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The Full Moon calls to me

tugs my pen-hand, my entire being.

Demands I write the truth

in its milky blankness

for everyone to see.

I fight but weaken and when I arrive

the Moon spreads himself wider

fat with triumph, and chuckles

at my fear and anger.

Write, he commands

no more hiding, he presses

I begin, and cannot stop.

Do not want to stop.

The truth, he chants, the whole truth

I write myself onto the Full Moon.

 

                                          -Ethel Rohan