He jumped into the moonlight.
She was no echo of a dream,
a gust of wind
he couldn’t help imagining.

Tap. Tap.

He pushed aside the curtain –
From the moonlit lawn
wind blown hair wave at him.
He let out his breath
“Come down,”
She was signaling –
she would sneak out of night
for the rest of forever.

The lights were blinking
three minutes past midnight:

He whispered into the dark

“What happened?”

These are pages from Boll Bones by Holly Black. I did not want to black out the pages of my book so I took a picture of the pages and softened the text I did not need. However, in my carelessness, I inadvertently blotched out words that I needed. Too lazy to re-do the edits I already made, I simply re-typed the erased words.


I pored over these pages to write a found poem for Victoria’s DVerse’s Meeting the BarΒ  prompt – Look What I Found!

Also linking with WPC: ROUNDED.



27 thoughts on “MOONLIGHT TRYST ( A Found Poem)

    1. Thanks. Beverly. πŸ™‚ I love your comment – made me see the piece differently, too. I was aiming for suspenseful – but I am glad to see its tongue-in-cheek feel. πŸ™‚

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