Moonwatch
We’re studying the moon –
drawing it, remembering all the moons
we’ve ever seen.
Just now, through the window,
there’s a daylight-moon looking fragile,
egg-shell soft, pale white.
I’ve no plans to go up there
whizzing through the blue,
landing on the pearly moon.
But I can’t stop thinking
about a blood-orange full moon
I saw inching up
into the summery sky.
It moved so slowly,
became a golden balloon
that never hurried.
I wanted to follow it,
catch it. But I never did.
© Katherine Gallagher
(Published in Read Me, (Macmillan, 2009, ed. Gaby Morgan)
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #3
Beautiful, heart-warming and evocative. Thank you.
Lovely images!