Sofia Wutong Rain, Beijing-USA-UK
Today, the moon is a tenor
in a fury of sulfur
sings a song that cannot be captured
Moon! Philosopher’s stone
guide my way a million distances away
for once I was your fern
I would sing for you in a thousand birds
Today, the moon plays a harp
in a citron crescent
to steal my heart
Moon! Of arboreal loneliness, of satin glee
fill me with joy, with forgiveness
for once I loved what you love, I saw what you see
in your palm I beat…
Today, the moon is a sun
in a skater dress, down a burgundy alley
when the clouds blind your eyes from behind
lifting those frills, showing the little white feet…
Moon! Pillow moon, balmy moon
in a moony globe, in a moony dome
I melt into a happy pool for you, of you
I sing a solitary ode…
Sofia Wutong Rain grew up in Beijing, moved to the USA by herself for high school and college, and is currently residing in the UK. Although pursuing science disciplines as her career, she has always been passionate about writing and expressing herself in different ways. It is only recently that she decided to submit her works to literary journals, to share a piece of herself with the world.