The ancients placed moonstones
in their mouths to see their futures;
under full moon, energy pulled
inwards, born from their mother’s rays.
To see my future, I placed a full moon
on my tongue; yearned to be lunar;
to see what ancients saw. Worship
Artemis; marbleised, translucent;
let adularescence make me believe
that life is moonlight on calm water;
that I am only a spectre dreamt
by Luna in her long pale sleep.