Blue Moon

62) Nonsense Bits

night prowling

in the dream world

I was somewhere home

and behind me was the moon

with her lantern path

and pearl orbs

and ahead of me

was dawn, she drags me through

my way lit by the moon

and dusk dusts away our path

with the mome raths

below feet, we mustn't step

wrap me away in silk

and leave shut in the draw

amidst fabric

and take me out

wear me like a pretty dress

for the summer.

if you wish

moon turns her gaze,

'no we mustn't step on the mome raths'

and points me to Scrumpy

now a ghost,

and bounding

anywhere she likes.

I didn't dread

her death

until after.

(17th February 2014)