Potter’s Field

By Jennifer Cahill

The new moon 
is of a chilled northern night.
It is unseen as it fluxes the sea.

On the Midnight edge 
of this sea there rests a graveyard, 
whose ethereal voice is sung

by the sterling glitter 
of the Winter sky. The graveyard’s solitude 
is a wish that slips away..

The tombs have missal tints,
host the souls of dark storm clouds 
who knife the tumultuous oceans

with searing streaks of light;
who toss the shine of a moon-bow;
and bandage the deep heavens.


Jennifer Cahill earned a Masters of Science in Administrative Studies from Boston College. She has published the poems The Foxy Neutrino and War in the Distance is Better with Arkansas Technical College(2020), and Dusk Colored Wings with The Voices Project(August 25, 2020); Gods Feast on Lost Moons with Tempered Runes(2020). She lives in Massachusetts with her cat ‘Tilly.’

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