the moon & me

I thought I’d write a poem about the moon
because I’m not immune
to songs about love and loss and all that
and if you wanted to hang your authorial hat
on a metaphor that’s fat
with romantic resonance
having all kindsa elements
of timelessness and relevance
you’d have to admit
the moon is it
although it HAS been written about quite a bit

‘wandering companionless amongst the stars’
said Shelley
(who unfortunately
wasn’t quite as good with boats
as he was at writing beautiful quotes)

‘white as a knuckle and terribly upset’
said Plath

(well – that’s me for an early bath)

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