Moon
Enough already about it, a poetry professor
once said. There is no room for the moon
in poems anymore. The idea being it has
all been done before. Undeniably true.
I tried the advice, writing about waves, ill fate,
petals like bells, eyes & lies, secrets to confess—
all other things that have fully been said.
Then last night, early spring, getting late,
trees black & still bare, you held me hard
in your arms. We were one, lit by it, entirely unknown—
full pearl button, huge sequin sewn in night’s lace dress.
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Julia Caroline Knowlton is Professor of French at Agnes Scott College in Atlanta, where she has taught for twenty-five years. She has a PhD in French Literature from UNC-Chapel Hill and an MFA in Poetry from Antioch University. The author of four books, she was named a Georgia Author of the Year in 2018. She is the recipient of an Academy of American Poets College Prize and a Pushcart nominee. Her work has recently appeared in literary journals such as Boston Literary Magazine and Raw Art Review. You can find her on Facebook.
