The Moon Has Her Secrets
- Sophia Watts

- Oct 18, 2022
- 1 min read
Fog blankets the ground so thickly nothing can be
Seen, except for a single flower, standing tall
Against the opaque palisade swelling before it,
Spurning any request to move. This
Small creature has seen too
Much to feel fear
Here. The only
Way is
Through.




The shape of this poem alone is absolute brilliance. I like this so much
your utilization of space on the page here is so good, with the line lengths narrowing such a moving image in a short piece