When the moon spills the secret

by Megha Sood

My memories,
so scarred and yet sublime
are made of the moon
that white orb of truth,
shining mighty high

Sitting high in the cleavage of the night
with a shifty-eyed smile
passes the wisdom from night after night
your heart, it says,
has to go through the phases
to become full
with joy and grief alike

my mottled skin
sieved by the milky moonlight
imbued with the softness and the gentleness
Oh! the filigree touch
the brightness of the moonlight
that cuts both ends of the darkness

As I see you
stepping out of your silhouette
I wonder, how the absence of the light
hides the indifference
this gentle fleeting touches of the Zephyr
ruffles the ends of broken desires

I have tucked neatly in the center of my palm
the dead ends of the knotted lilies
sometimes pain hides in the plain sight,
some days scars are more visible
even in the frothy moonlight.

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Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Free Verse Revolution, Whisper and the Roar, Poets Corner and contributing editor at Ariel Chart.
Her 290+ works have been featured in 521 Magazine #Sideshow, Oddball, Pangolin review, Fourth and Sycamore, Paragon Press, Royal Rose, Visitant Lit, Quail Bell, Modern Literature, Visual Verse, Dime show review, Nightingale and Sparrow, Piker Press and many more. Her poetry has recently been published in the anthology “We will not be silenced” by Indie Blu(e) Publishing, (“All the Lonely people”, Blank Paper Press) and upcoming in ten other anthologies by US, Australian and Canadian Press. Her poem “Survivor” was selected for the “Survival is Insufficient” series by the Jersey City Writers as part of the event sponsored by the National Endowment of Arts.

She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/.

(And don’t miss Megha’s poem The day begins again. – Elephants Never)