Second-night down, luvvy...


I know how the moon feels


yesterday’s superstar

in the spotlight

every neck

craning for a view

of beautiful








no need to say

‘look at me’, moon

folks journeyed miles

for a view

they were willing to


to gaze

upon your marvellous cosmic


at your once-in-a-lifetime


to ooh and ah at the


‘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


there are steps

on the Maribyrnong


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


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

9 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

End of Lockdown (auspicious date, that 21/10/21)

October 21 slide the lock turn back the clock to free to how it used to be well…. not really but it will have to do we knew this day would come eventually cracked on, we did, in hope the sun would one

Small ceremonies

In these challenging times of limited celebrations, we seem to be drawn even more strongly by the need for ritual. Spread mayhem and destruction as it will, that virus will never kill our desire to no

Lest We Forget

September 22 Quaker rumble crunch the walls are shaking and the ceiling I lie quaking as the world rocks to an end the noise the noise is through the floor and I am out of bed out through the door a