Does the moon feel my anger?
Is that why she is so full, because she is as brimmed with ire as I am?
Or is she imbued with love and healing light?
Is it love meant for me, or love meant for someone else?
Does it even matter? She pulls us all with an instinctive magnetism
Drawing us nearer through blind attraction
A glowing orb hanging above our heads
I think I see my face
That’s no man in the moon, but a celestial reflection of my own body
I stare at myself in the sky
Bright curves and soft edges
Layer upon layer of silver
Full like lips and curved like hips
Love or lust pulling at the currents, bringing in the tide
Faithful subjects, called to worship their goddess
She shines down, acknowledging the adoration
I wonder if her disciples see my face when they turn their attention to the heavens
Or do they see their own?
Is that her allure? Show everyone themselves to make us all fall in love
Beguiled as moths to the soft contour of blue flame
Or is she full of scorn, like me?
Waiting for prey, patient in her cycle till she is replete and resplendent
A pied piper whispering love songs on wind and water
Till we are clinging to the strands of love and light, only to find that we are caught in her web
Night nymph, binding us in her silvery chains only to suffer her wrath
A deadly dark predator who wears my gleaming face
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Ashleigh is a Black American female storyteller. With a BFA in Photography and Imaging from New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts, Ashleigh creates compelling images inspired by nature and light. Having always enjoyed narratives, Ashleigh has a propensity for creative writing.
Exploring themes of race, relationships and nature, her focus is mainly on short stories and poetry, though she is also working on her first novel. Ashleigh has visited 20 countries to date and plans on visiting all seven continents. You can view her work and travel writing on her website, www.ashleighhenry.com.
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