Poetry Submission: ‘Early Morning, Almost Night’
Written by Story Pennock
Early Morning, Almost Night
The moon rests, in nearly pregnant glory
Its stark greys and white of untold celestial life
Pour into the sky - pooling with a meek sigh
Becoming clouds of mink fur
Greys of hushed lullabyes
Its bleeding face glooms
For all the months of empty wombs
Starless, loveless in that great taut blue blur
Its solitude and peaceful anguish
tells an all too common story
Story Pennock is a college student and co-founder of the Rosebud News. As her name would suggest, she loves telling stories and giving her unsolicited opinion about literature, history, and current events. Her pastimes include going to museums, reading, researching historical fashion, playing guitar, listening to Brit-pop and maintaining her Duo Lingo Italian/Turkish/Portuguese streak (just dont ask her to say anything other than nouns).