The Blue Moon and She

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