The Moon

Lockdown gave me chance, and the inclination, if I'm honest, to really look at our night sky.

This May has been disappointing; but last May, over lockdown, I spent up to an hour each night simply sitting on a deckchair, looking up to the clear night sky. For the first time in my life, I saw shooting stars, satellites, and I also really began to appreciate the mysterious beauty of our moon.

Dr Maggie Aderin-Pocock's documentary on our moon really inspired me to look closer. We have had some spectacular full moons, and their names are equally as wonderful: 'the Hare Moon', 'the Snow Moon', 'the Cold Moon', 'the Wolf Moon'.

I enjoy exploring what I see through poetry, and so I wrote this. I hope you enjoy it, and that it inspires you to draw, write about, or simply observe her on a clear night.

The Moon

A mysterious celestial disc.

She was up there all day,

in the cold, bright, blue January sky.

Almost full, she kept a small portion in shadow.

A pained or euphoric face, made in the

shadows and depths of her rock.

She pulls tides of water, and emotions.

A mysterious celestial disc.

A friend. An enigma. A force.