Oh, great black moth
of ragged wings,
you come fluttering in
through my open
transom windows,
through these shadows of near-
midnight, drawn by
the light of my
sleeplessness.
of ragged wings,
you come fluttering in
through my open
transom windows,
through these shadows of near-
midnight, drawn by
the light of my
sleeplessness.
You, with those eyes glowing
like coals in these
bedded hours –
whose death are you
foretelling?
Lorraine Caputo is a wandering troubadour whose poetry appear in over 200 journals on six continents, and 14 chapbooks – including Caribbean Nights (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014), Notes from the Patagonia (dancing girl press, 2017) and On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. In 2011, the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada honored her verse. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America with her faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her adventures at www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer or https://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.
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