under a gibbous moon

[billy]

has this been out before Aish?

like goblins
listening in darkness
we suck our breath and hum great three opening lines
with the flat thwacking i'm struggling on this line. though i don't can't say why

as I strike your kneecaps and here also, i think it's because i'm not expecting such a pause as a stanza break.
and hammer your ribcage marimba
with makeshift mallets
of wooden spoons

the rasping notes
unfurling like ebony petals
in the witching hour
of a midnight garden i like the end stanza, it has a feel of voodoo, it also works in well the the title

apart for the one hiccup i enjoyed the read, it has a childlike quality about it

wish i could be of more help .