Poetry by Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon: Wolf Moon
My intruder stares –
intense eyes splice curtains. She slicks
her chilled blood through midnight’s fingers,
smeared sticky on planes within my flooded mind.
Peace pants in corners
and driftwood’s diamond-sharp
shards shred my sleep.
I long for lulls in light, seek merciful numbed darkness
to turban my staccato brain. I curse, turn waking mad-mares free,
surrender and embrace sweet dreams in blessed symphonies of calm
far beyond her lupine, lunar howl. Far beyond her moonshine eyes on me.