Today's poem is by Tom Holmes

While Refuged at Sophie's Cottage as Bombs Fall on London, Nina Hamnett Pens a Postcard to Wyndham Lewis

Sophie collects new moons
just before dawn —
"When they're most ripe,"
as she will explain —
then stacks them in her cellar
like fine porcelain plates.

When a full moon arrives
in an afternoon,
she'll face the other way.
With a mirror for aim,
she'll fling a new moon
over her shoulder hoping
to slice the full one
from an unsculpted sky.

Copyright © 2009 Tom Holmes All rights reserved
from Henri, Sophie, & The Hieratic Head of Ezra Pound: Poems Blasted from the Vortex
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