And Other Poems

A poem by K.S. Moore


The wind soothsays in the key of G, sighing,
I match my tone to his.
In our duet I hold out strong, harmonise

while he exhales, one lowing note that
swoops, rounds, clarifies
everything I know in a wild sonata.

I close the window, end his song, believe
in me, my solo pending, yet my vocal chords
are searching for the accompaniment, now lost.

And so I let him back in,
let his gushing presence blow my sound.

Until I am left, a shiver of myself,
undermined to the bone.
K. S. Moore blogs at and was recently shortlisted for Blog Awards Ireland. She was a Flash Mob 2013 finalist and has recently been published in FlashFlood, The Bohemyth and She has work forthcoming in Metazen and The Seventh Quarry. She can be found on Twitter @KarenSDavies and on Facebook.