Claire Hughes: a poem



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.