Moon

Many thought that when I was asked to write a piece about the moon that I would write a poem about bare bums. The fact is I really like the moon and she features quite often in my work. I use her as a reference to colour and light. She has a subversive beauty, a calling.

“Oh the children of the night”

MOON

I howl for you

I move with the tide

You control my mind

You see my dark side

I bow and worship

I gawp in awe

You take colours from me

You soak my shore

I give blood to you

I dance in your shadow

You hide the Sun's fire

You sonata on a piano

I watch you rise

I admire your slender crescents

You cold hearted orb

You control with your presence

I wax of your waning

I would be lost without you

You ever present satellite

You are older when you are new.


Colin Davies