‘Ballad of the Moon, Moon’ by David Morley
Ballad of the Moon, Moon El aire la vela, vela. El aire la está velando. after Lorca A pettelengra boy whacks petalos on his anvil. The moon slides into his smithy, bright as a borì. The boy can not stop himself staring. The moon releases her arms in flames of flamenco, her sweet dress slipping from one shoulder. ‘Nash nash, … Continue reading ‘Ballad of the Moon, Moon’ by David Morley