Michael Billard

Metaphor Lost in Whimsy

There are nights when I wake to find
the curtains have parted just enough
for the moon to spread a silver wedge
across the width of my room.

This does not stir within me any keen
association. I don’t think of Blake,
am not reminded of Donne’s well
wrought urn, have no thoughts 

of Keats, or Milton, or Burns.
I have been known, though, to plunge
my arms to the elbows in silvery light
and cast rabbits on the opposite wall.

Michael Billard  was born in Washington, D. C. and works as a communication specialist for the U. S. House of Representatives. His work has appeared in Gravity - A Journal of Online Writing. He is a member of the editorial board of Alsop Review where he co-administrates an on-line poetry forum called The Gazebo.

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