written and posted by members of Lancashire Dead Good Poets' Society

Tuesday, 6 October 2015


Well this week's title 'Moon'..can mean various things, but I am going to talk about 'The Moon '.

Now, the moon can be regarded as a benevolent or malevolent object. Of the former many songs have been written.." Shine on harvest Moon ", " It's only a paper moon, hanging over a cardboard tree...  ", " Blue Moon " , Moon River ", " I see the moon and the moon sees me...." -  - these portray the moon in a kindly light ( so to speak)   and this referral makes us feel good. Then there is the other side of the moon (so to speak, again )  that bodes  ill will , tragedy, fear. So that we may be turned instantly into vampires or were wolves , raging lunatics or devilish creatures of the night ! Poor moon features either friendly  in children's stories or terrifying...and yet it is only made of cheese ! What harm in that?

The photo of the moon was taken last week over Cresswell Bay. It had been a gloriously hot day and on the way back to our accommodation we stopped to admire this scene.

Today's poem was the second one I ever wrote ..in 1965 and briefly features the moon.
Full Moon

The sea is dark and fearsome,
The sky is grey and leersome,
The mystical moor is still -
But hark ! Hear that trill ?
'Tis the fairies under the hill.

This is the night of strange goings on,
This is the night of the witches' song,
When women, to the children croon,
Frightened of dogs baying the moon.

The heather is stirred by unseen feet.
Venture there and the Devil you'll meet.
 For maybe he's out there cutting peat
To stoke the fire - ready for souls
To be thrown to the burning coals.

The mountain replies to a lonely owl.
But the moon replies to the soulful howl
Of a distant dog. All is asleep,
So from your window do not peep,
Or you will see a sight so gruesome
That it will blind your eyes and strike you dumb !

But then the macabre scene is over,
There is no sign of trouble in the grass and clover;
But let me tell you that they know
What happened this night before cock-crow .

Kath Curtiss


Unknown said...

Hi Kath!

I read this poem to my Mum as she's wiccan and loves all things spooky and gothic. She loved it!

As you can probably imagine, Halloween is a big deal in her house, so this poem appeals. ;-)