Lunar perigee

In honour of the lunar perigee, a poem about the moon. 

A Moon Like This

You’ve called it a day.

Decided to settle

for a walk in the park

with the dog at twilight.

And this, you tell your dog,

will be enough.

And for a while it is

until, above the lollipop trees,

a lunatic moon hurls herself

in the sky’s blue well.

A tuppenny bit to wish on,

and a small wind rises,

riffles your blood.

You clear your throat,

it makes no sound,

but another night,

on a moon like this,

you might hear yourself

howling.




Deborah Harvey © 2010, 2011




My poetry collection, 'Communion', coming this spring from Indigo Dreams.