Shameful confession. Although my show has the moon in the title, and mentions the moon several times throughout, there isn’t an actual poem in there that is actually about the actual moon. So I thought I should remedy this right here on the blog, just in case any of you out there are true lunaphiles…
And here, reproduced with her kind permission, is a new piece from Jane Burn.
Faithful satellite, an eternity spent
Circling her partner, always
Showing the same side of her face.
Secure in every phase and bold enough
To eclipse the gaudy sun,
She shoulders scars from endured eruptions –
The bruises melding into surface light.
Her orbital pulling teases the tides,
Ravelling them over sand;
Forward, and back from squealing toes –
Grosgrain ribbon across a haberdashers hand.
I admire her talent for
Holding mankind at bay –
Offering nothing but asphalt dust;
Holding her breath, not revealing any
Secrets in those airless exhalations.
If anyone else would like to respond with their own moon-themed poems, please drop me a line…I’ll be posting more.