First Sight Pushed by the white knuckle of the moon, we fell. We tumbled and rolled, our arms
and legs making
a lustrous beast. Past stars and galaxies we travelled through tragic
darkness. Welded in
one monstrous form, we never considered letting go. Never wanted to turn back or reach for the shallowness of light because we knew
the secret of the hooded moon's
oblivion.
Claire Hughes is a Birmingham-born writer who now lives in Staffordshire. She recently achieved her MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University and was published in Oxford Brookes' anthology My teeth don't chew on shrapnel.