The Blue Moon and She
2 February 2017
Shoot right for the Moon
Reach a star instead
Into a dream swoon
You’re inside your head
Did they get the clue
Did they know you two
Are they chewy brew
Done by catchy flu
She whispered in graves
To lands of the lore
Where slowly crawled knaves
Under chains they bore
We contain them slow
Before rising dead
String me tight a bow
My archer is of lead
The water welled quick
Within void of frame
Sealed heart with a brick
Retreat from the game
We watched them whisper
The Blue Moon and She
Their contours crisper
As they called to me
Reading of the poem:
Blue Moon – Billie Hallyday