Moon on Toast

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The moon is fat and butter-yellow.
I use a silver knife to scrape it from the sky.

Moon on toast is delicious, the creamy
salted sphere of it melting over crumbs.

Once upon a time I ate the moon on toast
every morning, keeping it tied

to my cottage door by the sea.
I thought I’d never be hungry for anything

but moon. Now I only have it once
a month, when I swallow scrape after scrape

and tell everyone how good moon is
and how much I miss it. Later, it hardens

in my stomach like an egg.

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Moon on Toast by Roisin Kelly

Photo Pine Point Moonlight Walk by Russ Seidel used under Creative Commons License (BY-NC-ND-2.0)

 

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About Author

Roisin Kelly is an Irish poet who was born in Belfast and raised in Leitrim. After a year as a handweaver on a remote island in Mayo and a Masters in Writing at National University of Ireland, Galway, she now calls Cork City home.

Her poetry has appeared in POETRY, Blunderbuss, The Dark Horse, The Baltimore Review, the Aesthetica Creative Writing Anthology 2014, and Best New British and Irish Poets 2016 (Eyewear 2016).

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