“you can make it easy on me / and the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from calling”

For Poetry Monday:


Why Are Your Poems so Dark?, Linda Pastan

Isn’t the moon dark too,
most of the time?

And doesn’t the white page
seem unfinished

without the dark stain
of alphabets?

When God demanded light,
he didn’t banish darkness.

Instead he invented
ebony and crows

and that small mole
on your left cheekbone.

Or did you mean to ask
“Why are you sad so often?”

Ask the moon.
Ask what it has witnessed.


---L.

Subject quote from The Mother We Share, Chvrches.