Hunger Moon By Jane Cooper

The last full moon of February
stalks the fields; barbed wire casts a shadow.
Rising slowly, a beam moved toward the west
stealthily changing position
 
until now, in the small hours, across the snow
it advances on my pillow
to wake me, not rudely like the sun
but with the cocked gun of silence.
 
I am alone in a vast room
where a vain woman once slept.
The moon, in pale buckskins, crouches
on guard beside her bed.
 
Slowly the light wanes, the snow will melt
and all the fences thrum in the spring breeze
but not until that sleeper, trapped
in my body, turns and turns.
Jane Cooper, "Hunger Moon" from The Flashboat: Poems Collected and Reclaimed. Copyright © 2000 by Jane Cooper.  Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.

Source: The Flashboat: Poems Collected and Reclaimed (W. W. Norton and Company, Inc., 2000)

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