Second-night down, luvvy...

WANING

I know how the moon feels

tonight

yesterday’s superstar

in the spotlight

every neck

craning for a view

of beautiful

clever

important

impressive

celestial

luminary

you.


ta-dah!

no need to say

‘look at me’, moon

folks journeyed miles

for a view

they were willing to

pay

to gaze

upon your marvellous cosmic

loveliness

at your once-in-a-lifetime

glow

to ooh and ah at the

show.


‘But hey, world!’

I hear you moan, moon

‘you fickle bunch of fucks

I’m still up here!

I’ve still got it!

I’m bigger and clearer

tonight

there are steps

on the Maribyrnong

right

up to my door

I am

luscious pearl and shimmering

and, I believe,

better than before!’


no, moon

no one’s out of doors tonight

with telescopic lenses

in Instagrammatic frenzies

old news

sweet moon

Thursday’s featherduster, you

losing face

in outer space

where nobody

can hear you

scream.


See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

or on the SHOP page of this very website.

Last year’s collection Fewer Curs available on demand

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