by Rose Segal
moths push back against my car
one wingbeat at a time
press cool trembling wings
over my eyelids
dance dream-twitches there
with black feet
with half a whisper
silver veins through slowly
opening chalk paper
flitting half-moons swift to
froth in my ear
just half
just half a
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Rose Segal is a British writer and singer with an MSt (Distinction) in Creative Writing from Brasenose College, Oxford, where she specialised in poetry about the natural world. She lives overlooking the Brecon Beacons in Wales with her growing family and menagerie. Her appearances in print and online include formercactus, Palm-Sized Press, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Sylvia Magazine, Nawr Magazine, and Lucent Dreaming. You can follow her (and her horses) on Instagram @rosesegalwriting.
Image: Timo Vijn
Image description: a white moth perched on tall, brown grass.
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