Queen of the Moonlight

January 29, 2026 /

You mock me with your signs

Queen of the moonlight

Directing, bearing it

Digging it

A hummingbird hovers in the quickening rain

Its tiny red throat, quivering

Hungering for nectar in a dead world

Drinking it

I am not as nimble

I’d be easy to squash, like an ant misdirected

Confused, yet still attracted to the scent of sugar

Devouring it

By the lustrous planets I am now overlooked

Elaborate stars twinkle, but cannot see me

For it, my queen, has swallowed my soul

Darkening it