(published in Countryside Tales Spring Issue)
CATCHING THE MOON.
I thought I'd catch the moon tonight,
it winked at me through willow herb
bare branches too,
reflecting on the liquorice river,
like a light bulb in the sky.
It shone upon a horde of strangely silent ducks
who were content to float
and dream, safe from the hunter's gun,
oblivious to one who shared their soliloquy
and caught the smiling moon.
Patsy Goodsir 2010
2 comments:
Beautiful poem... I'm new to Small Stones but wanted to stop by and connect with others.
Regards,
Eliz
I always carry a camera and stopped while heading home from work one night to take this shot of the ducks beneath the moon. A moment to cherish.
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