Adult Category - 2nd Place Winner


A spray of moonlight 

fell like pewter beads
onto the petaled earth. 

I made up sly Russian dance steps
to ambush you- 

a curl of smoke crawling
under a tightly closed door.

But oh dearest husband: 

now my hair's white as china
and brittle as branches,

and I still want you
to want me
more than our own small complaints.

I kept your life's secrets
taped to my mattress

in drawers with no handles
and cuttle-bone knives.

I wore you like perfume
under the moon
with the roses.

Your skin stretched
and settled round mine.

I remember
the press of your lips
on the pathway,

when we became part of
a quiet coming
of light.

~ by Jude Neale