Today's poem is by Sarah Hannah
The Riddle of the Sphinx Moth
An enormous body kamikaze-dives
At me from behind the eaves of a summer
Shack: a sudden blow between the eyes,A hybrid whirrhalf bird, half beeshe hovers,
Helicopters to the grass, and sparks: Long-short-long,
Morse code in creature-speak for Get you gone.I run inside. What was she? A pair of dragonflies
Combined to mate like biplanes in a blitz
Seem cordial in comparison to thisthe eyes,Two narrows, solid black, or should I say,
Twin Stygian pools of fixedness,
Her torso thick, a pattern throbbing in the fur,And what was that prodding in front of her?
A stick, a thin proboscis, twice as long as she,
Insinuates itself in jimsonweedSucks out all the juice. Twenty quiet minutes pass
Until I hear a rattle on the glass;
The window’s shaken out of frameshe’s in!She fouls the bedthe whole room’s a sty.
I should flee. I shudder in my chair instead.
She owns this house, not I.A buzz and feint, and with parting glare
She’s out the door. She owns the house,
Not me. I’ve solved the riddle:All skirmishes aren’t fatal;
All metaphors don’t fly.
Copyright © 2006 Sarah Hannah All rights reserved
from Harvard Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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