For the moon, from moons ago...


no wonder

humans had to make up


how else could they explain

a sky like that?

the great white ball

forever changing shape

has suddenly turned pink!?

Oh. Em. Gee.

what else were they supposed to think?

it had to mean


it couldn’t simply


it’s silent out there now

no wind to stir the trees

the stars

are ranked about

the gay pink moon

in awe

in silent, gobsmacked wonder

at the trick

of such a wondrous



we are hanging

in the universe and

the moon is

playing possum with the sun


behind our earthly skirts

we are

so small

and in great need of god

o, if only there was one

to make sense

of all

this wonder.

See also poems read out loud at

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here:

or on the SHOP page of this very website.

Last year’s collection Fewer Curs available on demand

15 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

no on second thoughts no this is a bad idea I said I just wanna close my ears to everything about this election I said close inspection of the daily ebb and flow? no that’s something I don’t wanna k

tongues out lies in Howard’s got your rival’s back now that’s a thing tongue in cheek lies and gags abound and gaffes will come around to bite you on your sorry baggy arse mate the nation’s past the

it’s the club nobody wants to join but once you’re in you are a part of history lifetime membership posterity Germ of the Century has found its lethal way to you flying Batwing Airways all the way fro