Moon Light

super moon. poetry. alice hodgson

I worship the sun,
but I yearn for the
moon –
on full beam
yet tranquilising
our daytime hullaballoos.

Gliding with grace,
an ethereal sister,
she illuminates the
quiet – casting
daily spells upon
our wrestless hive.

“Why do you resist?”
She wonders, arching
around – silently
tracing her ancient
trail, to the world
turned upside down.

The missing jewel
in that velvety crown –
she grows stronger every night.
A crescent transforms,
her orb takes flight – and even the oysters
hail the purity of her light.

Layer upon
layer of humans
sleep – squares of silver
moonshine
barely tickling
at their feet.

Electric ambers and cold,
white golds
seep through the veil of darkness – strange
little lights wink,
as machines
pretend to slumber.

“Have you forgotten me?”
She whispers,
leaning in
for extra coverage –
radiant, peaceful,
shimmering through the clouds.

“Never”, I reply –
chin to the window,
eyes full.
As the day’s thoughts
crescendo
she will always be my guide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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