A Gift of Moonlight

I drew my first breath

in the land where the wild things are.

Things are different on his side of reality.

He can exist only in a small wrinkle in time

of my life. I don’t want to think about

the one hundred years of solitude

that must follow once that wrinkle is ironed out.

But in this space, in this time

where we exist together

I want to do right by his heart,

as tender and fast burning as it is.

I can’t—won’t—change my nature.

There is too much moonlight in me.

But in the time we do have

my moonlight is his.

Song Choice: I'll Stand By You by The Pretenders

Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for the Weekend Mini-Challenge at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads: 1 Poem, 3 Titles. I used the titles Where the Wild Things Are, A Wrinkle in Time, and One Hundred Years of Solitude. This also is an expansion of a blackout/found poetry bit that I created using a page from my short story collection, The Trouble with Wanting and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales. Since this piece comes from the story, "Make Mischief, Not War" I wrote it from the point of view of a character in the story, Cordelia, a relatively young fae girl who is bored by the idea of human wars, but is willing to go along if it means keeping her human friend, Gwydion, safe.

This page comes from the story "Make Mischief, Not War"
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