The Moon Goes

half moon

a clutter of curled leaves cuts
pastry shapes and lace in the curtain

the moon goes out
snuffed

guttering clouds traverse the constellations
a whistling wolf-wind works the corners of the walls

she sleeps in his empty space
a part of her is missing

snow black against brown sky
in the rain-shadow of mountains

in her dream –
the boat oars through the trees
firs in fairy lights, limes in lime
badgers drunk on plums roll in the moss

in this airless room
on this airless moon

she is halved by his absence.