We're delighted to present our Poem Of The Day, presented in association with Poetry Ireland

This week's poem is Sun Moth by C.L. O'Dell - read it below.


Last night came back in the afternoon,

with wings —

evidence

we had forgotten

a part of us there.

Stars smudged on our lips

and the moon,

buried somewhere

in the sky, lost

inside our mouths.

My hands

were unable to write it all down

in a dream,

I remember,

  not a single shadow

was ignored. Passing cars turned to waves

and crashed on the front lawn.

The part of us I needed

burned

and in the ashes I found my body again

at the beginning, with no evidence

of ever being so

alive.


About The Poet: C. L. O’Dell’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The New Yorker, Poetry, Ploughshares, New England Review, and Best New Poets, among others. He lives in the Hudson Valley and is editor of The Paris-American.