Tanka by Katherine Gallagher

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Tanka

 

Last night, the full moon

hung like a papery lamp

over my quiet road.

I savoured the chilly sky –

the moon tagging my shadow.

Katherine Gallagher

    First published in The Unidentified Flying Omelette, ed. Andrew Fusek Peters, Hodder & Stoughton

     

    Moon by Kate O’Neil

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    Moon

     

    Moon, I know

    you’re rather fickle –

    not long ago

    you were thin as a sickle

     

    but look at you now –

    It’s night’s high noon

    and you’re fat and full

    as a blown balloon.

     

    Moon, your face

    is made of light

    and you hang like hope

    against the night,

     

    waxing, waning,

    sometimes gone,

    always changing,

    moving on.

     

    ©   Kate O’Neil

    Moonlight by Jeanie Axton

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    Moonlight

     

    The light of the moon

    On a clear clear night

    Brings out the Fish

    But not to bite

     

    Leaping out of the water

    Higher each time

    Teasing the fishermen

    Is not a fish crime?

     

    Meeting in the river

    Holding fish school

    Teaching the young ones

    How not to be fooled

     

    Big ones and small ones

    Middle-sized fish

    None of these beauties

    Will end up on a dish

     

    By the light of the moon

    On a bright clear night

    Not one fish caught

    Not one little bite

     

    Jeanie Axton

    Moonlight Surprise by Karen Hendriks

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    Moonlight Surprise

     

    The moonlight shines brightly

    casting dancing shadows afar.

    A tiger prowls past

    Creeping into the night.

    Just behind a tree

    a crouching black mystery

    seems to be stalking

    me in the deep,

    dark, black night shadows.

    But as I draw

    closer and closer surprise!

    For the black mystery

    Isn’t a scary thing.

    As the dancing moonlight

    shines ever so brightly.

    Then I see revealed

    our dog Elmo hiding

    behind a dark tree.

    Elmo crouches and waits

    to doggy surprise me

    in the night so

    that I’m never alone.

    Karen Hendriks