Love the abundant alliteration in this poem, Connie.

…téed then deep-fried
even in the moonlight
where lingering demons forever reside
unchained
uncaged
within pentameter and parameters and scraped syllables
where minced and messy poetry comes to hide.

Messy Moonlit Poetry

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Connie Song

Deborah Barchi

Oct 16, 2023

Love the abundant alliteration in this poem, Connie. And yes, nighttime inspirations do sometimes lead to inflammations of the somewhat scary kind, but also to beautiful revelations like your poem.