Moon Man

December 11, 2012 at 6:24 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

There is a man sits in our crescent moon tonight

with jocular face and monocle.

Hunter-warriors beware,

he will rock away this precious slice of light

should you prey on easy meat from a high-handed horse.

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There is a man sits in our crescent moon tonight

tickling xylophones with whiskery fingers.

As ice drops flicker

give time over haste to winter tunes,

to taste his gruffle-sung stories of stars and wonderment.

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There is a man sits in our crescent moon tonight

making immortal space for us.

He cradles kindness

in extraordinarily long arms,

and gifts weary travellers with chuckling beneficence.

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8 Comments

  1. unfetteredbs said,

    I’m going to gaze at the moon tonight a little bit differently and think about you poem. Cradles kindness.. very nice work

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      Thank you, Audra. The moon is good company on cold winter nights x

      • unfetteredbs said,

        good muse… for you “)

  2. Nicholas Gagnier said,

    Wonderful and inspiring 🙂

    BTW, I nominated you for Blog of the Year:

    http://retconpoet.wordpress.com/2012/12/11/blog-of-the-year-award/

  3. Sharmishtha Basu said,

    just loved, loved, loved it. i could see him! 🙂

  4. Russ L said,

    Gruffle singing indeed! Perhaps with a voice like James Earl Jones, or Morgan Freeman!

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