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Poetry by Moira Walsh

Unexpected

 

What do I do with this love,
lighter than air?

A second sun
for the sky?

 

 

Anders als Alexander

 

Ich ließ das Schwert stecken,
verwandelte mich in den Faden,
folgte verschlungenen Wegen
(Knoten sind nichts als dies)

 

Das Rätsel
ging auf

 

Unlike Alexander

 

Leaving the sword aside
I became the thread,
following twisted pathways
(knots are nothing more)

 

The conundrum
came undone

 

Waning gibbous

 

The one-eyed headlamp of the moon
shines on my wakeful pillow

 

Love-sick or love-sound
who can say?

 

Everywhere I turn, I see
your face

 

Arse poetica

 

Poems are nasty beggars
they take what you won’t give

No matter if you’re in the dark
they see to it: you live

Moira Walsh Author

Moira Walsh, 41, lives in southern Germany. She freelances as a translator and copywriter. You can contact Moira at poetry@posteo.de and follow her on Instagram @poetbynecessity

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