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