Volume 4, Issue 5 | May 2017 ISSN: 2395-2547
 

Words in Rhyme


Alive Just One Week
- Donal Mahoney
Alive just one week,
the Luna moth plastered 
to my screen door 
under porch light is 
pale green and beautiful.
 
It has no mouth and lives 
just a week so it can mate.
The female calls the male
in the middle of the night 
silently with pheromones.
 
Keep your porch light on 
from April through August 
and open the door slowly
just after dawn when you
step out to get the paper.
She may still be there.
 
That’s not unusual at dawn.
The male has done his part
and like so many males
his role’s complete 
so he moves on.
Luna moths must work fast.
Alive just one week, they
have no mouth and never eat.

Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney has had poetry and fiction published in various publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, MO. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. He has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Commonweal, Public Republic (Bulgaria), Gloom Cupboard (U.K.), Revival (Ireland), The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), Black-Listed Magazine, Opium 2.0, Calliope Nerve, Haggard and Halloo, Rusty Truck, Pirene’s Fountain (Australia) and other publications.