Here's a lovely poem for today - mysterious, slightly melancholy, perfect for what I don't know to say.
Find more of poet David McKelvie's work at his blog stars sliding. Thanks to green ink for pointing him out!!
Lunar Self-Portrait
The Moon drew herself
in charcoal -- soft now,
smudged horizons,
took care to shade
her darkside, her lightside
shone in paper, thin,
removed from printer
and rippable by wind
and breeze and breath
alone -- quite believable
as cheap, as tattered.
The Moon drew herself,
revealed in portrait
her craters, mountains,
canyons present
in impressionistic
implications and swirls
of black and smear
on white and dirtied.
The Moon drew herself --
her audience halved
to those who laughed
a biting snigger
and those who looked
one second longer.
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