Monday, February 23, 2015

John Swain- A Poem

The Snow Moon
for William Taylor, Jr. 

Moon night in the white snow,
snow moon of the field forever
caught with barbs
where the hill splintered
into running deer.
I followed the dug trails
to an opening in the black creek
flowing downward
from the moon’s intimacy
for the hungry coyotes to scour.
Wine like a cut on my tongue,
this color of sustenance
paler than the boulders
a poet rolled to build his tower
on the shore of California. 
I claimed nothing
beyond a glimpse of a shadow
of this midnight with the snow
on my hands red as blood.

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. Red Paint Hill published his first collection, Ring the Sycamore Sky.

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